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The next morning, you awoke with the feeling that something was…off in the hotel. Upon fixing your clothes and peeking out of Ana’s room, you found that there was an undeniable undercurrent of panic and tension in the worker’s faces and body language. Some were trading gossip in hushed tones, careful not to be overheard by any guests. Whenever you tried to get close enough to catch snippets of their conversations, they quickly switched topics and pretended as if everything was perfectly normal.

Frowning, you headed back to inform Ana of what you found. She was in the process of getting changed, slipping on her hunting gear as if she were preparing for battle. Maybe she was. Her role in the beginning of the mission was hunt down and silently take out the goons that you and Cat would be impersonating, after all.

“I think something happened last night. Everyone’s acting weird.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Weird how?”

“The staff–they’re whispering to each other and tip-toeing around us more than usual.” you replied. “You don’t suppose they’re talking about the Dazzler concert, do you?”

Ana grunted unhappily. “We won’t learn anything by standing around and speculating. Let’s bring it up with Ms. Munoz.”

You nodded your agreement and made to go grab your suit.

—----

By the time you and Ana had found Gloria, everyone else was present as well. The remaining Desperados, the Morlock hires, and the only three individuals that seemed to be a part of the Mirage Hotel's inner circle---Araña, Benga, and Koa. Their boss, Gloria Munoz, a.k.a. Pele, was pacing back and forth, scowling at the floor. She was very clearly upset about something.

When you entered the room, she turned her dark gaze on you.

“Where were you last night?” she asked almost immediately.

You paused and glanced briefly at Ana before answering.

“At a…Dazzler concert?”

You didn’t feel good telling her your whereabouts during your day off, but you were smart enough not to refuse her demand when she looked about ready to blow her stack.

Besides, there were a lot of people out there last night. There was no way that she could pick you out, for certain.

Her eyes flashed. “You sound unsure.”

“Not unsure. Just a bit confused.” you slowly amended. “Why? What happened?”

She folded her arms over her chest and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Cassandra Mercury, owner of the biggest casino in Vegas, was shot last night.”

The room went dead silent.

Ana frowned. “Is she…?”

Gloria shook her head. “Not dead. But she’s in critical condition.”

“Any idea who the perpetrator might be?” Cat asked, lounging in her chair.

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas, alright.” Gloria muttered. You could practically see the dark cloud hanging above her as she fumed. Koa did his best to try and calm her down.

(Cont.)

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“Anyone in The Family could have a reason to want to take Cassandra out.” Ana reasoned. “Perhaps they wanted her out of the way so that they could take over her business?”

“Or maybe they wanted to set her back a bit.” you added.

Gloria shook her head. “Neither of those plans would work. This attack was personal. And I only know one person with such a strong grudge against Cassandra, and the balls to pull something like this. Silas Thorne.”

The words came out like a snarl, as if saying his name was bad for her health somehow.

Flint’s eyebrows drew together in a frown. “Wouldn’t it have been better to make it look like an accident, instead?”

Everyone turned to stare at him. He flinched a bit under Gloria’s withering glare, but he kept talking.

“I mean, if he knows that he’d be suspect #1, wouldn’t it make more sense to do it in a way that doesn’t leave a trail?”

Gloria let out a derisive snort. “Silas isn’t exactly known for being subtle, as I’m sure some of you already know.”

She looked pointedly at Glass. A look of distaste passed over his slightly transparent features, but he met her gaze evenly.

“Besides,” Gloria continued. “This wouldn’t be the first time he’s made an attempt at her life. It was just that last time his thugs hadn’t made it 2 feet past the front door.”

“And this time he sent someone who knew what they were doing.” Koa glowered.

“Aren’t there rules against openly attacking other members of The Family?” Iara asked.

“Obviously.” Gloria shot back. “But since no one got a good look at the shooter before they got away, all we can do is speculate and throw accusations around. Even if the answer is right in front of our faces.”

“Do the doctors think that Cassandra’s gonna make it?”

That was Araña. She looked pale after having the news broken to her. Even Benga was looking forlorn at this point.

Gloria’s expression softened somewhat. “They don’t know. We’ve got our best doctors working on her right now, so all we can do is pray, and make the bastards who did this pay with their lives.”

“This is some shitty timing, though.” Koa said.

Prowler narrowed his eyes. “Is it, though?”

Everyone turned to look at him.

“The shooting happens right before we’re about to begin our operation. We’ve got one member of The Family in the hospital, another under intense scrutiny, and everyone else is either scrambling or shoring up their defenses.”

“You’re saying that someone planned this?” Ana guessed. “You think they knew of our plans beforehand?”

Hobie stroked his chin with a clawed hand. “Hmm. I can’t say for sure, but we can’t rule out the possibility. I think we should delay the operation.”

(Cont.)

Gloria’s face made clear exactly what she thought of that suggestion. Everyone began arguing at that point. Some were for, and some against.

What did you think about all this?

>Prowler’s right. You should call off the attack and wait until things calmed down a bit before trying again.
>You should take advantage of the chaos and use it to cover your tracks. You'd never get an opportunity like this again.
>Let Ana and Gloria talk it out. They were pretty much the ones in charge of this whole thing.
>Try to learn more about this incident. With enough effort, you might even be able to track down the shooter.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5663072
>>You should take advantage of the chaos and use it to cover your tracks. You'd never get an opportunity like this again.
like hell we are gonna wait, strike while the iron is hot

Also, I've been going through the archives and altering Ben's personality stats to show the progress he's made so far. With [Year One] coming to an end, I'd like to celebrate it by showing how far he's come. Preferably, I'll have all of this ready by the time that the conclusion of that part of the story wraps up. The updated stats will affect certain roles more often than they have been, but more importantly, they'll affect how others see and react to you, both in and out of the suit.

>>5663072
Let Ana and Gloria talk it out. They were pretty much the ones in charge of this whole thing.

Have W put a spider on Ana so we can get info on their private conversation.

>>5663072
>>Let Ana and Gloria talk it out. They were pretty much the ones in charge of this whole thing.
but when asked for our opinion
>>You should take advantage of the chaos and use it to cover your tracks. You'd never get an opportunity like this again.

>>5663073
>>5663544
>>5663685
>Let Ana and Gloria talk it out. They were pretty much the ones in charge of this whole thing.

Taking these. Writing...

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Prowler’s paranoia was honestly pretty understandable. Robbing a bunch of powerful crime lords while they were on a manhunt was far from the ideal starting point for a heist. But you also knew that this was probably your best chance for getting through their defenses, while they were still busy running around and investigating the issue.

If you waited until things calmed down, they would have time to organize, and would most likely restructure their security to make sure that something like this couldn’t happen again. And you made your stance clear when the others asked for your opinion, as well.

But ultimately, you left the decision up to Ana and Gloria, since they were pretty much in charge of all this. Their private meeting didn’t last long, however, as they were both in agreement over the next course of action to take.

“We’re still going through with the plan. Only now, I’m going to need some of you to act as bodyguards.” Gloria announced. “If Cassandra manages to pull through, the assassin might be tempted to try to finish the job.”

“I’ll do it.” Glass volunteered, rising to the occasion without hesitation. “I’ll make sure that nothing happens to her.”

Gloria gave him an appreciative smile. “Thank you.”

Glass waved a hand dismissively at her. “She helped me out the last time I was here. It’s the least I can do.”

“Take W with you.” Iara suggested, giving the girl a gentle shove. “Her spiders can pretty much cover every angle of the hospital.”

W looked a bit lost in the conversation, but she seemed to pick up on the fact that Glass needed her, and that was enough for her to make a decision.

“I’ll help.” she declared.

“As for the rest of you,” Gloria began. “Anastasia and the Prowler will be taking out the targets for your disguises, and the shark and Sandman will be helping me prepare for the final phase. They’ll be on standby in case you need a little extra muscle.”

“What about her?” Cat said, pointing at Benga.

Gloria nodded in her direction. “She stays with me. If someone really is out there trying to take out members of The Family, then I’ll need someone with eyes on the inside.”

Felicia raised an eyebrow at her. “Can bullets even hurt you?”

Gloria shook her head. “Definitely not. But I still don’t want some gun-toting lunatic running through my hotel and ventilating my staff and guests. We may be taking advantage of The Family’s momentary weakness, but that doesn’t mean that we have to lose our heads too.”

“We’re all in agreement, then.” Ana decided, before looking to you and your two partners for this operation. “Make sure you have everything you need before I get back. You have roughly two hours.”

(Cont.)

Well that wasn’t a whole lot of time to make any last-minute requisitions. You would need to decide which mark you’d be robbing first. The plan was originally to hit Area 52, and then lead them to the Forbidden City so you could force a conflict between them, but with this new development, Gloria might be open to some improvisations to the plan.

Who will you hit first?

>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
>The Devil’s Den, Mr. Delgi’s Casino. If you could ruffle his feathers and get him involved in this whole mess, then that’d really throw everyone for a loop. The other members of the family seemed to be afraid of him.
>The Mirage Hotel! It’ll throw suspicion off of Gloria, and no one will see it coming!
>Roberto Da Costa’s Wax Museum. If you could draw attention away from the Mojave base, then it might make things easier for the final phase of the operation.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5663885
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
No need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. We're running on an accelerated schedule anyways, so it'd be best to stick to the plan just to make things a little easier to coordinate.

>>5663885
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.

>>5663885
>>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.

>>5663885
>>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.

>>5663885
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
No need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. We're running on an accelerated schedule anyways, so it'd be best to stick to the plan just to make things a little easier to coordinate.

>>5664233
dawg did you just copy and paste my entire post?

>>5663885
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
No need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. We're running on an accelerated schedule anyways, so it'd be best to stick to the plan just to make things a little easier to coordinate.

>>5663885
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
No need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. We're running on an accelerated schedule anyways, so it'd be best to stick to the plan just to make things a little easier to coordinate.

lotta comedians here, its a spidey quest after all

>>5663887
>>5663917
>>5664007
>>5664148
>>5664233
>>5664329
>>5664413
>Area 52, Rollo’s Casino. You’ll be leading him to the Forbidden City so that he can confront Silas. Just stick to the plan and do what you’re expected to do.
No need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. We're running on an accelerated schedule anyways, so it'd be best to stick to the plan just to make things a little easier to coordinate...

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Ultimately, you decided that there was no need to complicate things or change up the plan too much. You’re more or less running on an accelerated schedule, anyways, so it’s best to just stick to the plan in order to make things easier to coordinate.

So while Ana and Prowler were gone, you and the other two poured over the rough blueprints of Area 52 that some of Gloria’s spies had created from visiting Rollo’s casino a few times. There was no telling what was in the upper and lower levels, so you pretty much had to prepare for just about anything.

The thing that Cat was most worried about was the potential of an entirely alien security system that would be nearly impossible for her to crack in any meaningful amount of time.

After all, Araña did say that these guys were aliens that had crash landed on Earth. But if your memory serves correctly, these guys crash landed sometime in the late 60’s, where their tech was probably some of the most advanced that the people of this planet had seen in a long while.

And while that may have been impressive back then, you had a hunch that the human race was just about caught up with their technology back then. Sure, it was also possible that they might’ve been updating their systems with local technology from Stark Enterprises and Oscorp, but that only helps them keep pace with the largest advancements that your people are currently capable of.

Because you sincerely doubted that a couple of alien eggheads, no matter how advanced, could rival the innovations of say…Reed Richards or Doctor Doom. Those two were on an entirely different level, and you think you’d notice if some gangsters in Las Vegas had access to technology that they clearly shouldn’t have. Otherwise, S.H.I.E.L.D. might’ve been busting down their door, instead of you.

—--

When Ana and Hobie confirmed that they’d acquired the targets and were on their way back, you and the others decided to try out the cloaking devices that you’d been provided for this mission.

And as Araña had guessed, her transformation was a little less convincing, on account of the height difference between her and the woman that’d been abducted. It was surprisingly close, but not quite enough to iron out the visual bugs in the holo-display.

She let out a long, frustrated sigh, followed by a slew of muttered expletives.

“I told you this would happen!” she hissed, angrily recalibrating the cloaking device so as to adjust its settings. “I’ll just have to assume a different disguise to get in. Maybe pretend that I’m the kid of a gambler to get my foot in the door, and then swap to a short woman wearing heels in the bathroom. I’m definitely gonna have to give myself a smoking hot body to avoid being carded while I’m on the floor.”

You and Felicia exchanged a concerned glance, but you both left her alone to fiddle with the settings some more. She was clearly more familiar with the alien technology than either of you were.

(Cont.)

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While she was busy with that, you and Felicia occupied yourselves with planning out multiple escape routes, as well as multiple points of entry that Araña might be interested in exploring. By the time she’d finished creating two presets for her disguise, Ana and Prowler were in position to proceed with the rest of the operation.

You were as ready as you were going to be with incomplete blueprints and a rough idea of how to navigate the facility from having Ana squeeze the information out her first target. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know how she’d managed to get him to sing, so you just put it out of your mind for the time being.

At the very least, you now had a decent grasp of their facility’s layout, as well as how to find your way to the archive room. Maybe they’d have some blueprints for you there. There was only one way to find out.

“Everyone ready to roll?” you asked.

Araña held up a finger without looking up from her work. “Uno momento. Just need to wait a little longer in order for the A.I. to crack this codex. It’s the only way any of us will be able to navigate their security systems.”

“There’s a saying that the more advanced another civilization’s technology is, the more intuitive it is for the uninitiated to understand.” Cat reasoned. “So long as they don’t have a completely alien setup in their archive room, we should be able to find our way around.”

“I just hope it isn’t like the computer room in Alien. You know, MU-TH-UR 6000. The one with all the buttons and shiny, blinking lights.”

Both girls turned to look at you.

“What? Has no one seen Alien? That thing looks like an absolute nightmare to navigate! If they don’t have a manual, we might be there all day. Like, put a label or a symbol somewhere, man! I can’t even navigate my tv remote without glancing at the symbols every now and again.”

“Then let’s hope Rollo picked up the habit of labeling things properly from human society.” Araña said.

—-------

Once preparations were finished, you all slipped out of the hotel and agreed to meet up at Area 52. Somewhere along the way, you activated the cloaking device and assumed the form of a seemingly non-descript Mr. Anderson, that was so bland looking in appearance, he could practically blend in anywhere.

Cat’s form wasn’t much more impressive. She was younger-looking than you were, with short hair pulled back into a bun, and a slightly severe expression. Araña’s appearance was the most shocking, as she had assumed the disguise of a young girl with bubblegum pink hair and an equally colorful hoodie, with some sort of cute, alien-monster thing slung over her shoulder as a backpack.

She was easily noticeable in a crowd, but she was so obviously not herself that you had no issues with her assuming this form.

(Cont.)

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Getting into the casino was far easier than you’d expected it to be. The establishment appeared to be a giant, parked flying saucer, with a massive, multi-level tower growing out of the top, and various spotlights pointing up at it. The spotlights were noticeably less impressive during the day. As was the green, tinted glass of the main UFO that supposedly made the casino’s exterior shine like an emerald.

Instead, you were more interested in the other, smaller UFO’s that were behind the main building. Were those just decorations, or did they keep their facilities there as well?

You’d have to entrust that responsibility to Araña, since you and Cat were going to be searching for the archive room. She’d have as much time as she needed to case out the exterior.

—---

Upon entering the grand casino, you were almost immediately assaulted by an array of green blinking lights and retro-futuristic noises that made you feel like you were walking into an arcade. The slot machines and roulette tables seemed much more childish and less harmful by this choice of design. Perhaps that was their intention. To make you feel like a kid at an arcade. Maybe that’s just how they saw their clientele. You didn’t know, and you didn’t particularly care right now.

You tried not to stare as Araña trailed a family of four, blending in with the rest of the people that were piling in this early in the day. Her neon pink hair stood out in the crowd, but you knew that she’d be making a beeline to the bathroom the first chance she got.

Just to avoid suspicion, you and Cat spent a bot of time on the floor, conversing with each other and some of the staff that were present here. The dealers were either wearing bad costumes, or were genuinely wearing their true forms with the pretext of them being elaborate costumes.

You saw small green skinned performers with coal-black eyes and enlarged heads, and gray skinned exotic dancers with similar features, but their limbs were of a similar length to that of a mature, adult human.

And before the sensual stylings of their local scantily clad alien women could cause a new fetish to develop within you, you made your way to the elevator in the back of the room. Felicia joined you there without looking like she was in any rush to do so.

“You spent a weird amount of time tipping those dancers.” she noted.

“I was just immersing myself in the role.” you claimed.

“Uh-huh.”

Eager to leave this topic behind, you made casual greetings to the bland guards standing on either side of the door, and placed a hand flat against a wall scanner. A green line ran up and down your palm several times, before the terminal blinked and the doors opened before you.

The guards stepped aside to allow you entry, and you both stepped inside, trying not to stare at the cameras that were obviously pointed at you.

(Cont.)

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Just stay cool. Araña should be up there to meet you in a few minutes. All you had to do was act natural, and hope that Rollo’s boys are localized enough to speak English and converse freely in a way that wouldn’t be terribly strange to the average human.

—----

As it turned out, there was no need to panic. The Grays were well-versed in the ways of human culture and conversation, and you weren’t at all expected to speak in their original language(whatever that might be).

As soon as you were able, you and Cat switched to your second preset disguise, and you suddenly became a pair of well-dressed gray aliens. The rest of Rollo’s boys seemed more comfortable with you when you were like this, you decided to keep these forms for as long as you were here.

The long, winding corridors were vaguely reminiscent of an old, sci-fi movie set where humans had to navigate an alien craft. The colors and lights were surprisingly warm and welcoming, feeling more like you were walking through the Enterprise than a hostile enemy base.

When Araña got back in contact with you to let you know that she had managed to infiltrate the upper levels, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. With her help, the two of you were able to find your way to what you had assumed was the archive room.

But as soon as you saw the layout of their computer systems, you very nearly choked out of sheer panic and frustration. The entire room was nothing but buttons and blinking lights.

FUCK!

Noticing how flustered you were, the only two operators in the room swiveled their chairs around to greet you.

“Anything I can help you with?” one of them asked, sounding bored, but curious.

Cat stepped forward to answer. “We’re, uh…new here, and we got a bit turned around. Can we get a copy of the ship’s blueprints so we don’t get lost again. It’s kind of embarrassing…”

Both Grays exchanged an amused glance, before turning back around to plug in a series of commands through their nonsensical button operated device. A few seconds later, a detailed holographic map popped up in the middle of the room, a yellow dot signifying where you were in relation to the ship’s layout.

You burned the image into your memory, taking a few snapshots with your AR lenses, much like Cat had been doing, you were sure.

If Araña’s codex was accurate, then you had a decent idea of what these weird symbols on the map meant.

(Cont.)

Where would you be heading next?

>Security Room. It’d take some time, but you might be able to cripple their defenses from the inside somehow.
>Vault. You came here to steal something and get caught doing it. Where else would you go?
>Main Deck. You wondered if the ship’s bridge controls were active at all after all these years.
>Engine Room. If there was ever a place to sabotage that didn't require any technological know-how, that would probably be it.
>Lounge/Lower Decks. From the looks of it, they have a fully stocked bar down there. You’ve got a hunch that Rollo is somewhere in that area.
>Spread out.(You/Felicia/Araña)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5664558
>Spread out.(You, Lounge/Felicia&Araña, Security)
go meet the boss

>>5664558
>Vault. You came here to steal something and get caught doing it. Where else would you go?

>>5664558
>>Security Room. It’d take some time, but you might be able to cripple their defenses from the inside somehow.

>>5664558
Engine Room. If there was ever a place to sabotage that didn't require any technological know-how, that would probably be it.

>>5664588
>>5664638
>>5664883
>>5664898
Looks like we might need a tiebreaker here. Do you guys want to change your votes to support someone else, or do you want to wait for more to roll in?

>>5665334
i'd say wait a bit

>>5664558
>>Vault. You came here to steal something and get caught doing it. Where else would you go?

>>5664558
>Vault. You came here to steal something and get caught doing it. Where else would you go?

>>5664638
>>5665363
>>5665424
>Vault. You came here to steal something and get caught doing it. Where else would you go?

Taking these. Writing...

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According to the map, the vault was located under the casino, in the sub basement. That made sense. That was probably the most secure location they could manage with a setup like this.

Now all you had to do was break in there without rousing too much suspicion beforehand. The point of this whole thing was to get caught in the act, but if you wanted them to chase after you, you would have to escape with something that they really wanted.

You and Felicia hastily thanked the alien archivists and headed back down to the casino. But if those blueprints were anything to go by, you probably had another security checkpoint to get past before you’d be allowed into the vault. And in order to accomplish that, you’d need a higher clearance level.

The targets that Gloria chose for this operation weren’t the cream of the crop, but they were low-ranking enough that most people wouldn’t give them a second glance, or really expect them to carry out any weighty responsibilities during your time here. But that also meant that you’d have to improvise in situations such as these.

“Wall-Crawler to Red Claw. Wall-Crawler to Red Claw. Do you read?”

“Those are some spectacularly shitty codenames, amigo.” Araña shot back over the radio. “You’re just lucky this channel’s encrypted. That Prowler guy does nice work.”

“It’s the reason we keep him around.” Felicia said with what you assumed was a sly grin. The facial expressions of these Grays were a little stiff, so you had trouble telling sometimes.

“I don’t see you guys coming up with cool code names.” you muttered indignantly.

“That’s because we already have code names.” Araña argued. “Do you really think this is my real name?”

“The whole point of these disguises is to make sure that we don’t have alien gangsters breathing down our necks after this.” you countered.

“I thought that’s what the masks were for.” Araña wondered aloud. “Admit it. You only pick out code names and wear masks because you think they’re cool.”

Some part of you actually wished that Prowler was here. He would’ve dragged the conversation back on topic ages ago. Without him, it was just sort of an endless cycle of snark and banter.

Black Cat shrugged. “Eh, sort of. But that’s besides the point. We need a new invitation for that sub elevator. Think you can snag us a few backstage passes?”

“I’ll see what I can do. Go mix it up in the casino until I’m ready for you.”

With that, you and Cat switched back to your human disguises and returned to the ground floor. There were tons of activities to engage in, but you mostly kept to the slots to minimize your losses, as well as to avoid any unnecessary conversations with nearby sentients. Some would chat you up every now and again, but most of them kept to themselves.

After about 20 minutes, Araña called you back, sounding a bit out of breath.

(Cont.)

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“Got it! I’ll hand the card off to Cat in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Several minutes later, Cat and a familiar short woman were seen walking out of the bathroom at slightly different times.

You were just about to link back up with your partner-in-crime, when Araña muttered a curse under her breath. She seemed to be wearing her aviators again.

“We’ve got a problem, guys.”

“What is it?” Cat asked, making her way to the bar and ordering a drink.

“The keycard only works for the elevator. If we want to get into the vault, we’ll need to break into the control rooms on either side of the casino. The vault requires simultaneous confirmation from both stations. And I’ve got a feeling that they won’t take too kindly to us trying to waltz right in.”

Black Cat clicked her tongue. “How’s their security looking? Maybe I can crack the vault without the confirmation code.”

“That’d be pretty damn hard, I think. They’ve got a laser defense grid, and the panel isn’t located anywhere near the actual vault door.” Araña explained. “You’d either be fried, or they’d activate the emergency lockdown before we even got a chance to go in and grab something.”

Hmm. That was a big problem. You only had one clearance badge, and there were two stations. Two of you would have to break into both stations and give the all-clear while the other slipped into the vault.

And considering how tech savvy both girls were, you pretty much knew which role you would be playing in this.

How do you want to play this?

>Have both girls fight their way into the control rooms so that you can slip into the vault.
>Help both girls stealthily infiltrate the control rooms and take out any opposition before anyone has a chance to raise the alarm.
>See if you can’t just force the door open with brute strength! So long as you can tear down the frame surrounding the laser grid, it should no longer be effective.
>Head back up to the Engine Room and Security Room so that you can cut power to the casino. If they’ve got backup generators, then you’ll just have to smash that too.
>Call in backup.(Benga/Ana/Prowler/Sandman/The Deep One/W)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5665554
>>See if you can’t just force the door open with brute strength! So long as you can tear down the frame surrounding the laser grid, it should no longer be effective.

>>5665554
>Help both girls stealthily infiltrate the control rooms and take out any opposition before anyone has a chance to raise the alarm.

>>5665554
Help both girls stealthily infiltrate the control rooms and take out any opposition before anyone has a chance to raise the alarm. Also call sandman to help

Also heat can turn sand clear by turning it to glass. We need to use our mark to experiment with our sandy friend. Imagine if he could learn to shift to glass particles. Would be invisible.

>>5665573
>>5665658
>Help both girls stealthily infiltrate the control rooms and take out any opposition before anyone has a chance to raise the alarm.

We've got two votes for this, but did you guys want to wait a little longer for more votes to roll in, or do you want me to proceed with this?

>>5666588
nah keep going

>>5666588
Keep it up stud

>>5666588
Go for it.

>>5666593
>>5666732
>>5666741
Gotcha! Writing...

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Well, there was no point in dancing around the issue. If you wanted any chance at getting into that vault and getting anything worthwhile, you’d have to take out the guards for the control rooms without them raising any alarms. Now, that would be exceptionally hard, even if you had an idea of what the interior layout was like. You’ll improvise, yet again, and feel your way through this situation.

And if it didn’t pan out, then you’d just have to find some other way to get them to chase you. No big deal.

—----

For obvious reasons, none of you had the time or opportunity to plan out how this part of the operation would go. And considering the actual size of the UFO you were meant to be infiltrating, you found it hard to believe that you’d be able to get in without being noticed.

Hell, you were starting to find it hard to believe that more than a few people were capable of fitting into that room.

But, you were in too deep to back down now. And that was how you and Cat found yourselves hanging upside-down from a prop UFO, rewiring some of the electrical controls to shut down the barrier that prevented you from forcefully entering the craft.

Unsurprisingly, your cloaking devices had, well…a cloaking function. One that allowed you to blend into your surroundings if you moved as little as possible. Space would blur and warp around where Cat’s hands were, but there was very little that you could do about that. You were only getting worried because the aliens in the other craft were more than capable of glancing outside their tinted windows and seeing that exposed wires were dangling from the underside of the alternate control tower.

Thankfully, with Araña’s help, Cat managed to momentarily power down the grid so the three of you could slip inside. And when you did manage to get in there, you couldn’t help but think that Rollo’s boys had access to fancier technology than you’d been led to believe. The inside of this UFO seemed to be about four or five times bigger than it was on the outside! You had your suspicions when you saw the blueprints of the larger UFO, but now you knew for sure.

There was some sort of spatial distortion going on here. You didn’t know how, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t impressed with their work here. Much like the other ship, the interior was futuristic, but luxurious and practical enough that it didn’t feel as alien as it should.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps snapped you back to attention, and you quickly found a place to hide before anyone could catch you before you’d even gotten a chance to start taking these guys out.

As Araña pressed herself against the wall, you could see her form blur for a moment as she adjusted the wrist strap that held her grappling hook. Now, the spider was further up on her hand, the legs pulled back, and a series of darts loaded into the front.

(Cont.)

Cat’s designated hiding spot was similar to yours. You were both dangling from the ceiling, preparing to ensnare the unlucky soul that walked through that door.

—-------

Despite the odds being stacked so high against you, you somehow managed to take out each and every alien present in the facility without any alarms being raised. To your knowledge, at least.

Maybe it was luck, or maybe the three of you were just that good, but you were suddenly thankful that the Grays didn’t wear combat armor or anything that would’ve made it harder for Araña’s sleep darts to penetrate their skin, or for Felicia’s kicks to knock them unconscious. But the key, deciding factor in all this was undoubtedly your webs.

They were fast, almost completely silent, and durable as hell. Araña couldn’t help but compliment you on their utility multiple times during the mission.

For a kid, she sure did know how to handle herself when push came to shove. You’d have to remember to give her a glowing review once this was all over.

But most of all, you were lucky to have her walk you and Cat through the whole “alien technology” thing, because you had NO idea how to operate any of this shit. Especially that control panel.

“Alright. This is, uh…needlessly convoluted.” Araña said, sounding a bit nervous.

“Are you sure you know how to work this thing?” you asked.

Araña nodded, a little quicker and more forcefully than you would’ve liked. “Pssh! Oh, yeah! Totally! Probably. Lemme just, uh…”

She pushed a button, and all the chairs in the room reclined automatically and started vibrating furiously.

She muttered a curse under her breath and began fiddling with more settings. “Nope! Not it. One sec.”

After about a minute or two, the chairs were all opening and snapping shut like giant, leather venus flytraps, and ice cubes were pouring out of two panels in the back wall.

“Somehow, this doesn’t inspire confidence.” Cat said, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

From the looks of it, she would need a minute to figure out exactly how their systems worked. In the meantime, you and Cat would need to take the other base without her.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5666926

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>5666926

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5666926

>>5666928
>>5666933
>>5667000
>48

Taking these. Writing...

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>48

Starting out, the stealth takeover of the other tower had been going well. However, you were unable to account for absolutely every alien in the base. All it took was one person being where they weren’t supposed to(or maybe they were, you didn’t know), and your whole plan went up in smoke, just like that. Someone shouted and pulled out a blaster pistol to fire at the man who was in the middle of the process of webbing up his co-worker, and neither you nor Cat could respond fast enough. You guessed that there were limits to your good fortune.

The entire base went on red alert, and the two of you had no choice but to go loud and clear them out with as much efficiency and speed as you could muster without giving them any openings to exploit. You couldn’t help but wonder if this could’ve been avoided by paying more attention to your spider sense.

Or maybe, you and your partner had just made a move or a decision that had entirely unforeseen consequences until the flaw in your maneuvering had been exposed. A series of slightly unfortunate events that culminated into a giant mistake that would jeopardize the entire mission.

There was no helping it now. All you could do was get Cat to the controls and hope that she and Araña could figure things out from there.

“What’s happening!?” Araña asked over the radio.

“We got caught! Me and Cat are tearing through the base to reach the control panel.” you reported back.

“We were honestly pretty lucky to have made it this far without any major issues.” Cat noted, not at all bothered by the breakneck pace at which the two of you were running.

Every now and again, you’d run into opposition, only for the two of you to easily dispatch them with a series of acrobatic maneuvers and viscous takedowns.

By the time the two of you’d made it to the control panel, you could already see that your activity in the second tower was causing a stir in the casino. You’d have to act fast if you wanted to get to the vault without fighting your way through every alien in that base.

“Try and figure things out from here. I’ve gotta get into that vault!”

She gave you a quick thumbs up. “Don’t take too long. We’ve only got a few minutes before they catch onto what’s happening and try to override our controls.”

You didn’t waste any time replying, or even looking back after that. You practically flew out of the window and into the casino, hoping to blend in with the crowd of panicked people that were swiftly exiting the establishment for fear of personal safety, or just out of sheer curiosity.

You’d halfway made it to the elevator, before another Gray in disguise called out to you. You didn’t stop, and the alien pulled a weapon on you and demanded that you do exactly that. You didn’t so much as slow down.

(Cont.)

Instead, you dug your hands into the elevator door and pried it open with brute strength. That drew everyone’s attention, and prompted even more Grays to draw their weapons. But before any of them could even fire a single shot, you were already sliding down through the elevator shaft, one hand and foot stuck to the wall in order to slow your fall.

Halfway down, you switched your appearance to match that of one of Silas Thorne’s thugs. You knew that there would be cameras down there, and the whole point of this stunt was to get caught in the act. By the time you’d reached the bottom, you used the crimson barbs gathered in your fist to blow the doors apart. Luckily, their physical defenses for the elevator weren’t anything special.

But that was the only good news you were met with at the moment, because the laser defense grid was still up.

“I think I’ve almost got it!” Araña happily exclaimed. “We should be able to get those doors open in another minute or two.”

“Good. At least one of us knows what they’re doing.” Cat said. “These guys must not be all that smart, because this interface isn’t intuitive in the slightest.”

Even with the defense grid separating you from your prizes, you could still vaguely see them through the discolored light filter. You needed to plant one of these babies in Thorne’s casino as evidence, but there was no rule saying that you couldn’t grab something for yourself. That being said, the more you try to take, depending on the shape and weight, would take precious time. Time that you needed to escape from this underground bunker.

What would you take from the vault?

>A pair of expensive-looking silver gauntlets.
>A…black and red flashlight with claw-like protrusions sticking out of the side?
>A Kree militia uniform, suspended in an anti-gravity field.
>A pitch black fabric that seemed to absorb all light surrounding it.
>An orb filled with a golden, amorphous substance.
>A small arsenal of unidentified alien weapons and strange devices.
>A deactivated android that looked A LOT like that Darkhawk guy.
>A whole entire spaceship!

Pastebins:

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https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5667462
>A pair of expensive-looking silver gauntlets.
>A small arsenal of unidentified alien weapons and strange devices.

>>5667462
what if we put it all in the spaceship and get out on it

>>5667462
>An orb filled with a golden, amorphous substance
I am tempted to drink the forbidden sunny d

>>5667462
Spaceship and lightsaber

>>5667462
>>A deactivated android that looked A LOT like that Darkhawk guy.
>A whole entire spaceship!
If Qm allows it. If not, just a spaceship

>>5667469
>>5667540
>>5667566
>>5667578
>>5667686
Spaceship seems to be the most popular option. You're certainly welcome to TRY to pile everything into the ship, but you can also expect it to be difficult for you to maneuver it out of this vault. And you'd also need to offload your loot and avoid it being retaken from the Grays or Silas' men when you crash the ship there. Unless you have another plan to deal with that issue.

>>5667987
ok new plan, what if we put it all inside the spaceship and THEN, we put it inside an Unstable Pin Particle?

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>>5667990
That could work! Feel free to give it a shot.

>>5667990
Pym particle*
>>5667991
Ok, that's my vote

>>5667992
to add onto this, since we have to plant one of these items in the casino and nobody seems to realize that, I say we keep the dark fabric in hand to plant, and give the pym pebble to one of our standby allies for safekeeping on the way to our next objective

>>5663062
>Spiderman gets shot by Lil Jitman

>>5667990
+1 to this plan

>>5667990
+1

>>5667990
>>5668052
>>5668263
>>5668583
>Place everything inside of the spaceship, and place it inside of a Pym Pebble.

Gotcha! Writing...

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You rapidly glanced between the most expensive items in the vault, wondering which ones you’d be able to grab before being trapped inside, when…you had a VERY good idea!

—------

As soon as the laser grid went down, you sprang into motion and made a grab for the lightest objects in the room. The silver gauntlets, flashlight, Kree uniform and pitch black uniform were the easiest to carry, by far. By contrast, the orb was deceptively heavy, and would’ve been far more awkward to carry if your hands didn’t have an adhesive quality. The racks that held the alien weaponry were also proving to be far more trouble than they were worth, so you snagged them quickly and bundled them all up in a web-sack before loading them onto the ship. Thankfully, the android was a bit easier to lug around, since its humanoid shape allowed you to bridal carry it onto the alien vessel with relative ease. The only object that you’d neglected to load onto the ship was the pitch black fabric from earlier. You’d need that to plant in Silas’ office later.

Once that was done, you made a visual check to make sure that you’d grabbed everything of interest, before nodding to yourself and pulling out a small, round object. The lumpy, red orb was your last remaining Pym Pebble, and you’d never tested it out on something with this much mass. There was no guarantee that it would work, but you had to try.

“Here goes nothing…”

You wound your arm back and tossed the object at the spaceship. Immediately, the entire vessel shrunk into the orb, taking it and all your loot into temporary storage. The way the orb jumped and wiggled sort of reminded you of a Pokeball, but after a few seconds, it seemed to settle down and stabilize itself.

“Yes!”

Just as you went to retrieve the orb, your radio crackled to life.

“How’re things looking over there?” Cat asked.

“I’m in the vault, but I’m having trouble carrying the unbearably crushing weight of my raw, natural talent.”

Despite herself, Cat snorted a laugh. “I’m surprised that you can even stand upright with a head that big.”

“Save the showboating for later, guys. We can’t hold that door open for much longer!” Araña cut in.

“Right. On my way out now.”

You ran back towards the elevator and dove for the entrance, feeling your spider sense warning you about some impending threat from above. And it was a good thing you did!

A thick, heavy gate crashed down to replace the laser defense grid. If you hadn’t gotten out when you did, then you would've been trapped in there with the rest of your treasure!

But now wasn’t the time to relax. There were reinforcements on the way, and you had roughly an hour or so to hand the orb off and plant the stolen goods in the Forbidden City.

“Please tell me that you aren’t on the wrong side of that fence…” Araña said.

“I’m out. Headed to you now.” you reported. “Keep that engine warm for me.”

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“Be sure to leave that ‘raw, natural talent’ behind before you leave. We don’t need it weighing down the car.” Felicia added.

“No can do. It’s the burden I must bear. You could even say that it’s my only flaw.”

“Really? Because I can name a few if you’d like.” Cat volunteered.

“What’s that? Sorry, you’re breaking up. Can’t hear you over the sound of these blaring alarms!”

You didn’t quite hear Black Cat’s response after that, because you were busy fighting and flipping your way through a crowd of Grays that had gathered together to gun you down. They didn’t seem to be very competent fighters, and relied heavily on their advanced technology to carry them through the encounter, but even that wasn’t going to be enough if they couldn’t hit you.

Somehow, you managed to carve a path through them and make it outside. A quick glance around told you that both girls had already evacuated the control towers. Cat was waiting at the wheel of your escape vehicle, and Araña was hiding nearby. She was no longer in disguise, and Felicia seemed to be holding her cloaking device for her.

“Catch!”

You tossed the Pym Pebble at the young girl, and she caught it easily.

She eyed the orb dubiously. “What’s this?”

“Just get it somewhere safe where there’s a lot of room, and nothing fragile or expensive.” you said, flipping over the hood and climbing into the car.

Despite the fact that your car was about to be bombarded with plasma bolts and the like, Cat was grinning wickedly. She’d clearly been missing the thrill of a good heist in your absence.

She quickly shifted gears and tightened her grip on the wheel. “Hold onto your hat!”

And just like that, you were pulling onto the road and speeding away from Area 52, gunfire and insults chasing you in the rear view mirror. Next stop: The Forbidden City.

—-------

Once Araña was made aware of exactly what she was carrying, she stopped asking as many questions and made it her first priority to drop the pebble off before the ship could emerge from her pocket.

That aside, you had to admit that Black Cat was an extraordinary driver. She weaved through traffic, drifted around corners and evaded the authorities with practiced ease, all without breaking that wicked grin of hers. This was probably the happiest you’d seen her in a long time. She was clearly in her element here.

“Coming up on the Forbidden City now. I doubt they’re gonna be happy to see us, even if we look like we work for them.” Cat said.

“So long as they don’t shoot us on sight, I’m gonna count that as a win.” you replied.

(Cont.)

What will you do when you get there?

>Call Silas to meet you outside, and keep him busy while Felicia breaks into his office and places the stolen objects in his hidden safe.
>Sneak into Thorne’s office while Felicia distracts them, and plant both the fabric and the cloaking device somewhere inside.
>Slow down a bit so that the cops and Grays can follow you into the Forbidden City. You need maximum visibility in order for this plan to work.
>Hand the extra cloaking device to one of your allies so they can fuck with Roberto Da Costa before you get to the Mojave base.(Who?)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5668774
>>Call Silas to meet you outside, and keep him busy while Felicia breaks into his office and places the stolen objects in his hidden safe.
>Hand the extra cloaking device to one of your allies so they can fuck with Roberto Da Costa before you get to the Mojave base.(Iara)
Love it when a plan goes smoothly

>>5668774
>Slow down a bit so that the cops and Grays can follow you into the Forbidden City. You need maximum visibility in order for this plan to work.
>Sneak into Thorne’s office while Felicia distracts them, and plant both the fabric and the cloaking device somewhere inside.
Oops

>>5668776
+1

>>5668776
>>5669724
>Call Silas to meet you outside, and keep him busy while Felicia breaks into his office and places the stolen objects in his hidden safe.
>Hand the extra cloaking device to one of your allies so they can fuck with Roberto Da Costa before you get to the Mojave base.(Iara)

Taking these. Writing...

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“I’ll keep Silas busy while you sneak into his office. But before you get in there, see if you can’t meet up with the Deep One to hand off Araña’s cloaking device.” you decided.

She nodded, decelerating the car and easing it into a nearby parking lot. “Sounds simple enough. Even with their beefed up security, I doubt they’re prepared to deal with us right now.” she reasoned.

“Try not to have too much fun in there. We’ve still got another place to hit after this.”

She gave you a playful wink. “Who, me? Why, I’d never jeopardize the mission to steal that priceless emerald hidden in the second drawer in the desk of his personal office.”

You looked over to find that she had a far-off starry look in her eyes.

“...Cat?”

“Hm?”

She had an innocent look on her face that was entirely unconvincing to anyone that truly knew her.

“Have you…already broken into his office before?”

Her face suddenly took on an overly dramatic, scandalized expression. “Of course not! Gloria told us all this during the debrief.”

You were completely certain that she didn’t.

“So long as you don’t get caught, I don’t care if you break into his office or place his hand in a warm glass of water while he’s sleeping.” you said with a shrug.

Cat made a thoughtful sound and tapped the side of her face. “Do you think I should? I wonder if I’d get paid more if I slipped a laxative in his morning coffee. You can’t organize a retaliation if you’re constantly on the verge of shitting your pants.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “Do you seriously think that a man as powerful and important as Silas Thorne would bother shitting his own pants? He’d probably just hire someone else to shit his pants for him.”

The two of you spent an unnecessary amount of time laughing at Silas’ expense. More than you should’ve but you needed to wait for Iara to get into position anyway. When she was close enough, Felicia climbed out of the car and made off in the direction that she’d most likely be coming from.

“Wish me luck!” she called back, before disappearing into a passing crowd with the black fabric from Rollo’s vault in hand.

You slid into the driver’s seat, getting in one last chuckle before pulling out of the parking lot. It was time to do your part.

—--------

Even though Gloria debriefed you on what to expect from the Forbidden City, it was still a sight to behold. There were clear Chinese influences in every design, from the guardian lions out front, to the classic oriental architecture at its entrance. But the most shocking thing was seeing Silas Thorne standing outside waiting for you, surrounded by an army of ninjas!

(Cont.)

Apparently, this was the dress code for Thorne’s staff. Your employer had informed you that Silas described his gambling establishment as being “Pan-Asian”, but the clear fusion of both cultures was still a bit jarring to see in person.

Although, you had to admit that it was nice to see some of his curvier employees wearing a more revealing version of the uniform. Some even had unique and colorful designs that were further complemented by cute hair accessories and the like.

But while you were admiring the view, Silas was visibly fuming. Even from here, you could see a vein throbbing on the side of his head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he exclaimed, fists clenching and unclenching as if he were imagining wringing your neck.

You needed to buy time for Cat to get in and out of that office.

What will you say?

>”What do you mean, boss? I’m just here to clock in for work. I know I’m a bit late and all, but I didn’t think you’d roll out the welcome wagon for me.”
>”Boss, you’ve gotta hide me! I…I got into some trouble earlier with Rollo’s boys!”
>Stagger out of the car like you’re drunk. ”I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”
>”I want the money you promised me for trashing Area 52! You haven’t been returning my calls, and I wanted to make sure that you couldn’t turn me away at the door.”
>Pull out a fat stack of pizzas from the car. “I’ve got an order for a…’Jack Mehoff’? Is there a ‘Jack Mehoff’ here? If it’s someone inside, I’ll either need to bring it to them, or have them come out and get it.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5669850
>>Stagger out of the car like you’re drunk. ”I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”

>>5669850
>”Boss, you’ve gotta hide me! I…I got into some trouble earlier with Rollo’s boys!”

>>5669850
>Stagger out of the car like you’re drunk. ”I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”

>>5669850
Pull out a fat stack of pizzas from the car. “I’ve got an order for a…’Jack Mehoff’? Is there a ‘Jack Mehoff’ here? If it’s someone inside, I’ll either need to bring it to them, or have them come out and get it.”

>>5669850
>>Pull out a fat stack of pizzas from the car. “I’ve got an order for a…’Jack Mehoff’? Is there a ‘Jack Mehoff’ here? If it’s someone inside, I’ll either need to bring it to them, or have them come out and get it.”

>>5669943
>>5670187
come on guys, we need to distract him by not immediately announcing we're a distraction

>>5669850
>>5669919
I'll swap to
>Stagger out of the car like you’re drunk. ”I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”

>>5670469
come on man pizza is our thing!

>>5670524
He's a no fun fag. People like him always go for the safe and boring route. You should have seen his kind in the Fate quest.

>>5670574
its been almost two years, move on batman

>>5670575
https://youtu.be/daA_IQByxgQ

>>5669853
>>5669924
>>5670474
>Stagger out of the car like you’re drunk. ”I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”

Taking these. Writing...

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Before getting out of the car, you grabbed a half empty beer bottle that’d been stashed in the car, just in case you needed a convenient excuse for your reckless driving if the cops caught you. On this side of town, the cops answered to Silas. Gloria paying them off would tip her hand, and there couldn’t be any obvious connection to this series of unfortunate events.

So, you grabbed the beer bottle, as well as the empty spare and checked yourself in the mirror for a second. Given the illusory nature of your current appearance, you were unable to make your hair appear as if it were disheveled. Your appearance was a bit too neat and orderly. Hopefully, your acting skills were enough to make up for that little hiccup.

Shakily, you threw a leg out of the car and staggered out of the vehicle, a half-empty beer bottle in hand. The empty had already rolled away towards the fountain out front.

“I did it! I got revenge against Rollo for you, boss. That skinny gray bastard didn’t know what hit him!”

Silas’ eyes flashed, and his nostrils seemed to flair at your declaration. When he next spoke, his words were slow, deliberate, and venomous as he delivered them through clenched teeth. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done…!?”

You scratched your head in confusion. “Uh…no? Wait…didn’t you already ask me that a second ago?”

The army of ninjas went dead silent, then. The rage that was radiating off of Silas was palpable, and everyone knew better than to speak up. Well…everyone except you, of course.

“Whoa…I think I need to lay down.” you groaned, staggering with each and every step you made towards the Forbidden City.

“You will do no such thing.” Silas growled. “I don’t want you anywhere near my temple when Rollo’s gang arrives. I’ve had to scrap and fight for every inch of influence that I still hold over this city. And I won’t have you jeopardizing that.”

You took another half-step towards Silas, and everyone’s breath caught. No one here knew what Silas was about to do. Surely, he wouldn’t just gun you down in broad daylight with all of these witnesses around. The spectacle that you were making had drawn quite the crowd.

Interestingly, you felt your spider sense tingling slightly around some of these fake ninjas. They hadn’t looked like they had any serious combat experience, but maybe a few of them actually knew how to use those swords strapped to their backs. Perhaps some of them were actually real, and sharp enough to behead you if you got too close to their boss. You sincerely doubted that any of them were fast enough to land a killing blow, but you didn’t want to risk it with this many people surrounding you.

(Cont.)

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Before anyone could say or do anything else, however, a group of black, nondescript cars pulled up behind you in a hurry. Almost at the same time, the drivers and passengers of said cars exited their vehicles, revealing themselves to be as bland and nondescript as the cars that they rode in on. Their features were almost identical, with subtle differences being the only way to tell them apart. You suspected that these were Grays in disguise, and the arrival of a shorter, and slightly more distinct figure proved your theory correct. He wore a snazzy, purple suit and a red dress shirt with the first few buttons undone.

“Get the hell off my property, Rollo!” Silas immediately spat.

The stocky man let out a dry laugh that was equal parts derisive and incredulous. “You’ve got some nerve trying to brush me off after what your guys did to my establishment! This has gone way beyond bribes and peace treaties, friend. Someone needs to answer for the damages that have been incurred, and seeing as how you’re the boss, I guess it has to come out of your hide.”

SIlas grit his teeth and directed a hateful glare in your direction.

“I had nothing to do with this. The ones who wronged you and your people did so without my knowledge or consent.” he argued.

Rollo shook his head and let out a malicious laugh. “That’s even worse, pal. If you can’t keep your people under control, then you’re not doing your job. I mean, how does someone manage to plan out an entire heist without your knowledge?”

“This is my problem to handle, Rollo. Once I’ve figured out who was involved, and how they managed to-”

Rollo raised a hand to cut him off. “No. The moment this came to my doorstep, it became a problem for the entire Family. I should’ve known you’d get antsy like this. It wouldn’t be the first time you made a grab for power and got slapped down.”

The disguised alien sneered at him, clearly seeing the opportunities that this little mishap created for him. “This isn’t looking good for you, Silas. I might just have to take your little ‘temple’ here as collateral.”

There was no mistaking the fury in Thorne’s eyes at that point. His hand moved ever so slightly towards the inside of his jacket, and the Grays reacted in the exact same way. Both Family members stared each other down, each daring the other to try something.

Suddenly, both of them appeared to realize that they had an audience, and the malice that had been permeating the air between them seemed to die down a bit.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere else?” Silas suggested.

Rollo nodded. “I agree. Let’s take this inside.”

Silas looked like he was about to disagree, but Rollo gave him a look that told him that would be a very unwise course of action. In both of their minds, Rollo was the victim in this situation. Silas had no right to deny him entry.

(Cont.)

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“Two of your guys broke into my vault earlier, Silas. It’s only fair that you let me have a look around the place. Unless…you have something to hide?”

Begrudgingly, Silas shook his head and ordered some of his men to keep an eye on you while he and Rollo searched the place. You just hoped that Cat had been able to get the job done in time.

—----------

After that little opening incident, you had been roughly escorted to a private room where no less than four ninjas kept watch over you at all times. You received no information as to whether an intruder had been found, or if Rollo had discovered the planted evidence. As far as you knew, they were still searching the place. It wasn’t until a fifth ninja entered the room that everyone seemed to perk up. As it turned out, they were just as desperate for news as you were.

“What’s happening?” one of them asked. “Did they find anything?”

“Not yet. The boss wants this over with quickly, so he needs all hands on deck.” she said, glancing at you. “I’ll keep an eye on this one. It’s not like he’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.”

The others glanced at each other with uncertainty, then. They knew that today wasn’t a good day to piss off their boss, and they couldn’t afford to disobey direct orders. However, if these new, updated orders had indeed come from Silas himself, then they’d be disobeying him by following his previous orders.

Noticing that they were on the fence, this new ninja pushed harder for them to leave the room.

“Come on. The guy can barely walk. If nothing else, I’ll make sure that nothing happens to him until you can confirm things for yourself.”

Ultimately, the three of them decided that it would be best for them to send one of their number to check things out, and leave the other three here to accompany the fifth ninja.

Your head dipped and your shoulders sagged lower to the ground, as if you were about to fall over. Three guys left. Not bad. You would have to be quick, though.

After about a minute, the fifth ninja made her move.

“Anybody got a cigarette? I’ve been itching for one ever since we went on red alert. This piece of shit interrupted my break.” she said, pointing a finger at your back.

One of the other ninjas laughed and reached into his pocket to pull out a pack of expensive cigarettes. “Thought you quit.”

“And I have. Today doesn’t count.”

“Just make sure you’re not still wearing the patch. You get a little crazy when you use both.”

The ninja with the cigarette shrugged and stepped closer to the fifth. And then, the two of you put your plan into action.

(Cont.)

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With fluidity and grace thought impossible for a man in your perceived condition, you pounced upon one of your captors and clubbed him on the side of the head with the wooden leg of the bench you’d been sitting on. At the same time, the fifth ninja struck out at the other ninja’s throat. Her fingers dug into his windpipe and forced him to stagger back, choking on the words he had been about to utter.

The last remaining ninja stepped back and reached for his sword, but he was too slow, and the improvised wooden club had already left your hands and was currently hurtling towards his nose. In their confusion, you and the other ninja dispatched them quickly and left them passed out in the corner of the room.

When they were all dealt with you turned to look at the disguised form of your partner-in-crime.

“Did they find it yet?” you asked.

“They’re about to. I just thought you’d like a head start before the guns start firing.” Black Cat said.

“How thoughtful. Any idea of how long we have before-”

Just then, a series of gunshots rang out throughout the building. They were distant, but distinct.

“None. Araña helped me set a trap to make it sound like someone just opened fire out of nowhere.” she explained. “It isn’t a lot, but all it takes is for one person to draw their weapon out of panic, and-”

Another round of distant gunshots reached your ears from the upper floors, and Felicia nodded to herself.

“That ought to do it. We should get going before anyone sees us.”

“I thought the plan was for them to see us leave.” you countered.

“They’ll put two and two together when they see us peeling out of the parking lot. Now, let’s get moving.”

—-----

As it turned out, Felicia’s instincts had been spot on. You received more than a little bit of attention from your fellow co-workers when your getaway car’s tires screeched loudly and the front of the vehicle smashed into Rollo’s car in a manufactured panic. Sure enough, someone would eventually tell Silas and Rollo what they’d seen, and they’d have to send someone after you, including the cops.

Luckily, Cat was behind the wheel again, and she was presumably more than capable of evading police capture before the two of you could make it out of the city. By this point, Araña had deposited the Pym Pebble in a secure location where the stored contents wouldn’t destroy everything around them after the effects of the experimental tech had worn off. Prowler should be able to examine them once it was safe enough for him to move around undetected.

Iara should be causing trouble for Roberto right around now as well. Getting him riled up was crucial to your plan. You’d need him distracted so that he wouldn’t notice when Flint sprung his trap and the rest of you moved in to extract the synthezoid body.

(Cont.)

What will you do now?

>Stay with Cat and have her drive you to the Mojave A.I.M. base.
>Pick someone up along the way. (Who?)
>Direct Black Cat to the location where you’ve stored your stolen ship. If you were going to lead these guys into the desert, you were going to do it in style!
>Leave a hologram in your place as a decoy, and head to where Araña stored your stolen goods. Some of them might come in handy in the next phase of the operation.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5670740
>Leave a hologram in your place as a decoy, and head to where Araña stored your stolen goods. Some of them might come in handy in the next phase of the operation.

>>5670740
>Direct Black Cat to the location where you’ve stored your stolen ship. If you were going to lead these guys into the desert, you were going to do it in style!

>>5670740
>>Leave a hologram in your place as a decoy, and head to where Araña stored your stolen goods. Some of them might come in handy in the next phase of the operation.

>>5670740
>Direct Black Cat to the location where you’ve stored your stolen ship. If you were going to lead these guys into the desert, you were going to do it in style!

>>5670740
>>Leave a hologram in your place as a decoy, and head to where Araña stored your stolen goods. Some of them might come in handy in the next phase of the operation.

>>5670743
>>5671050
>>5671280
>Leave a hologram in your place as a decoy, and head to where Araña stored your stolen goods. Some of them might come in handy in the next phase of the operation.

Taking these. Writing...

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“Hope you don’t mind if I pop out for a bit.” you said, setting your cloaking device to act as a holographic decoy in your place.

Cat raised an eyebrow at you. “Not staying along for the ride?”

“I’m confident that you’ll make it there without my help. Besides, I want to see if any of that stolen tech can’t help us during the final phase of the mission.”

“Try not to take too long! You might miss out on the fun.”

Cat lazily waved in your direction, her other hand still glued to the wheel. You nodded, but kept the majority of your focus on navigating the complicated settings of the cloaking device. FInally, you managed to get to where you needed to go in the menu, and deployed the decoy on the passenger seat.

At the same time, Cat pulled into a side street and slowed down a bit so you could bail out. From there, you headed straight for Gloria’s storehouse. Hopefully the Prowler was still on standby.

—-------

When you reached the parking garage where your new ship was being stored, Prowler was already examining one of the items that you’d taken. He stared in wonder at the sloshing, viscous liquid in the glass orb you’d brought back.

“Find out anything useful?” you asked.

“I know that it’d be a bad idea to touch this liquid. At least for the time being.” he answered easily, not in the least bit surprised by your presence. “This is Skrull technology. We found some after their attempted takeover. This is a binding agent meant to adapt and form to the proportions of their prisoners. Sort of like shapeshifting handcuffs.”

You nodded slowly. “So…don’t touch the golden goo. Got it.”

But he never said anything about not throwing the orb at people. Maybe you could extract the goo into little containers and use them as improvised web grenades.

While he was distracted with that, you walked over to inspect the weird flashlight from earlier. You picked it up, turned it over a few times, and noticed that there was a shiny red button for you to press. You grinned as an irresistible temptation overpowered your thoughts.

Prowler turned, his eyes wide in horror as you imitated wielding a lightsaber while swinging the flashlight around, sounds and all.

“Huntsman…”

Prowler spoke carefully and deliberately, as if you were waving a bomb around like a beach ball.

“Do you think wielding a red lightsaber makes me automatically evil? We can always change the color later, right?”

Then, you pressed the button, and Prowler screamed something at you, but it was drowned out by the drastic shift in air pressure in the garage. A powerful vacuum began sucking in everything and everything that you pointed it at—cars, lights and all!

(Cont.)

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You struggled to keep the thing steady, and Prowler seemed content with staying out of the line of fire for now. With difficulty, you managed to deactivate the strange device, causing the claws to retract and wind down. They’d started spinning at a blinding speed when you activated the flashlight.

“Put that down!” Prowler growled.

“What the hell is it!?”

“A portable pocket dimension. I haven’t finished studying it, but I’m sure that’s what we’re dealing with.”

You stared down at the flashlight with newfound respect, and just a bit of awe. “That’s so fucking cool…!”

“Not if you get sucked in. Let’s leave that one alone for now.” he pleaded.

You did as he said and set it down on a nearby table, where Prowler made sure that it couldn’t just be picked up and played with by anyone that walked into the room. Instead of fussing over the flashlight, you walked over to admire the deactivated android. The black and silver bot’s red visor reflected your image right back at you, facing straight ahead and not showing any signs of recent activity.

“What’s the verdict on this thing?” you asked, tapping it on the forehead and running a hand along the gap where its right arm should be. This thing looks like it’s taken some serious damage.

“Not sure. Can’t figure anything out for certain. We’d need to drag it into a lab where I can sit down with it for a few hours.” Prowler said. “All I know is that the technology was probably developed by the Shi’ar Empire.”

You turned to frown at him. “The who and the what, now?”

“An advanced and militaristic race of aliens that descended from birds.”

“Ah. Neat.”

You nodded to yourself before moving on to examine the pretty set of silver gauntlets that you pilfered earlier. Just by picking them up, you felt a definite current of power running through the strange metal. It seemed to vibrate in your hands, sending a shiver down your spine and running throughout your entire body. You shuddered at the sensation.

“Whoa…”

“That’s Kree tech, I think. And if I’m right, they’re probably among the most valuable things that you got out of that vault.” Prowler said, not needing to be asked to explain what you were currently holding.

“They’re custom, military-grade polymorphic armaments, capable of shapeshifting to fit the wearer’s needs. They can create guns, blades, and pretty much any sort of simple device that you might need.”

“These are so much cooler than the flashlight…!”

“The only problem is the ‘Quantum Entanglement' thing.”

You somehow managed to pull your eyes away from the bracelets long enough to raise an eyebrow at Prowler. “The what?”

(Cont.)

“These are so much cooler than the flashlight…!”

“The only problem is the ‘Quantum Entanglement' thing.”

You somehow managed to pull your eyes away from the bracelets long enough to raise an eyebrow at Prowler. “The what?”

“Quantum Entanglement. This type of technology is known for its ability to allow the user to perform something called ‘Quantum Swapping’. There’s a good chance that they’re intrinsically linked to another pair of bands halfway across the galaxy. If we mess around with them too much, there’s a chance that the wearer might swap places with the other.”

“But…it’s not certain that these are linked with another pair. Or that we’d swap ourselves with the other person even if they were.”

Prowler nodded cautiously. “That’s right, but we can’t just assume. We need a specialist to look at these before we start playing around with a cosmic war-machine.”

You stared down at the gauntlets. Your fellow Desperado made some good points. Putting these on and taking them for a test drive was risky as hell. But then again, it was hard to resist the allure of having all that power at your disposal…!

What will you do/say?

>Give the gauntlets back to the Prowler. You’ll have someone look at them later.
>Try the gauntlets on for a little bit. You’d be a fool to pass up this opportunity!
>Approach the spaceship. “Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need to do some maintenance on it?”
>”I think we should take another stab at trying to figure out that Pocket Dimension. Could come in handy when we go to grab the synthezoid.”
>Help Prowler test out some of the alien weapons that you snagged from the vault. They seem to be the most simple and straightforward weapon in your arsenal at the moment.
>Pick up the Kree uniform. You bet this thing could be used as an alternate costume of sorts.(Pick design/color scheme)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

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>>5671490
>Give the gauntlets back to the Prowler. You’ll have someone look at them later.
>Approach the spaceship. “Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need to do some maintenance on it?”
>”I think we should take another stab at trying to figure out that Pocket Dimension. Could come in handy when we go to grab the synthezoid.”
>Help Prowler test out some of the alien weapons that you snagged from the vault. They seem to be the most simple and straightforward weapon in your arsenal at the moment.
>Pick up the Kree uniform. You bet this thing could be used as an alternate costume of sorts.(Pick design/color scheme)

suit should look like this

>>5671509
+1, prioritize the spaceship

>>5671490
>>Give the gauntlets back to the Prowler. You’ll have someone look at them later.
>Approach the spaceship. “Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need to do some maintenance on it?”
>Pick up the Kree uniform. You bet this thing could be used as an alternate costume of sorts.(Pick design/color scheme)
>>5671509
this scheme

>>5671490
>Help Prowler test out some of the alien weapons that you snagged from the vault. They seem to be the most simple and straightforward weapon in your arsenal at the moment.
>Give the gauntlets back to the Prowler. You’ll have someone look at them later.
>Approach the spaceship. “Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need to do some maintenance on it?”

>>5671509
>>5671520
>>5671563
>>5671572
>Give the gauntlets back to the Prowler. You’ll have someone look at them later.
>Pick up the Kree uniform. You bet this thing could be used as an alternate costume of sorts.(Chasm Suit)
>Help Prowler test out some of the alien weapons that you snagged from the vault. They seem to be the most simple and straightforward weapon in your arsenal at the moment.
>Approach the spaceship. “Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need to do some maintenance on it?”

Taking these. Writing...

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As tempting as it was to test out what you thought to be a powerful alien weapon, you had to agree that the risk of being teleported halfway across the galaxy was too high for you to actually entertain the idea. Begrudgingly, you handed the gauntlets back to Prowler and allowed him to place them back inside of the box he’d been using to contain them.

You were honestly a bit bummed that you didn’t get to try out any of the stuff that you’d picked up, but that feeling quickly evaporated when you got a chance to take a closer look at the Kree militia uniform that you stole. Now that you weren’t in a hurry, you took the time to appreciate the design and color palette of the alien fabric. It was actually sort of sick! You’d bet that with some minor alterations, you could make this into a snazzy new suit!

But, that would probably have to wait until later. You didn’t have a whole lot of time to mess around, and there were more pressing matters that you wanted to attend to. The bracelets, alien android and potential super suit would have to wait until later, unfortunately.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Prowler said, causing you to flinch slightly. You’d nearly forgotten that he was there.

“What do you mean?”

He pointed at the Kree uniform in your hands. “Purple and green. Thought it was a ‘fashion faux pas’.”

You looked down at it, and then back at him. “Yeah, but not when I’m the one wearing it.”

“You’re full of shit, Huntsman.”

“It’s not my fault you haven’t updated your wardrobe. I, on the other hand, like to keep my options open.”

Prowler shook his head and went back to work assembling a tool of some sort.

You were a fool to show this outfit to Prowler. It was literally his favorite color-scheme! You’d have to make sure that he didn’t steal it before you got back to NY.

After laying the suit back down, you approached the inactive starship. The nose of the ship was broad and flat, and the windshield was an opaque lime green. Towards the tail end, three fins were spread out equidistantly, and a giant green booster engine was placed on either end of the ship, both taller than the ship itself was, but not nearly as wide. The vessel didn’t look like it could fit more than 6 or 8 people in it at once. At least, not comfortably.

“Do you think you can get this thing up and running, or do we need some maintenance on it?” you asked.

“Can’t. Not enough time, not enough tools, and not enough hands.”

The Prowler hadn’t even looked up to reply. He knew what you were referring to.

“Then ask Gloria for some help. I’m sure she’d be willing to get you anything you needed at a moment’s notice. We’ve pretty much got her blessing.”

This time, Prowler did look up. But instead of replying right away, he stroked his chin with clawed fingers and hummed thoughtfully.

(Cont.)

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“Awfully optimistic today, aren’t we?”

“Cautiously optimistic. I’ll make the call.”

—------

To your and Prowler’s great relief, your employer was more than willing to provide you with anything you needed. That included an expedited engineering crew who had some experience fiddling with illegal alien technology. They were instructed to follow every order Prowler gave them without question, and they immediately got to work without complaint.

You were called over every now and again when they needed someone to do heavy lifting, but other than that, you were pretty much free to do whatever you wanted. And in this situation, you thought it best to experiment with the arsenal of alien weaponry that you snagged from the vault.

First, you tried out the various handguns and oddly shaped handheld weapons, six of which were energy weapons. Their firepower varied slightly, and the projectiles they fired usually came in the form of a plasma bolt or a short burst of dense electricity that would likely overload the nervous system of any organic that you used it on. You were also surprised to learn that a few of the pistols used solid projectiles. They packed a way bigger punch than anything you’ve seen manufactured on Earth in a commercial capacity. The solid projectile pistols felt better–more natural to fire. There was just something so satisfying about seeing a bullet punch a hole through solid concrete.

Next came the rifles. Those took a bit longer for you to get the hang of. Mostly because you’d never fired a rifle. Never had a reason to, really. Even before you became a mutate, you only ever carried around handguns, and your employers never pressed you to upgrade your arsenal. Maybe things would’ve been different if you were running around with the big boys. You probably would’ve needed it if you were facing off against the Vulture gang without any powers, but they were a group that you didn’t have to worry about anymore.

Obviously, the rifles packed a bigger punch than the handguns, and you were more than strong enough to compensate for the recoil between shots. Another thing you’d noticed is that your aim was nothing short of impeccable ever since you became the Huntsman. You simply…didn’t miss that often, if at all.

Whenever you swung through the city and chained weblines from building to building, you never had a doubt in your mind that your webs would find their target. Unless there was outside interference, you would always hit your mark. The same was true for when you were handling firearms, or even just using your Hidden Guns. It was a wonderfully convenient skill to have if you were being honest.

(Cont.)

Once again, the solid projectile weapons were outnumbered by energy weapons, but a few of them had some rather interesting alternative fire modes. One shot out a tracking beacon so that the rest of the plasma bolts could track it, no matter where it went. They would curve around corners and could even snag a completely obscured target if the user had enough skill.

Another shot out a lance of energy that was so devastating that it obliterated a support beam and momentarily drew everyone’s attention to you. You quietly apologized and promised that you would be more careful going forward. You decided to skip the grenades for just such a reason, and instead experimented with some of the other gadgets.

One wrist-mounted weapon popped out a pair of sharp talons that resemble the weapon that Predator used. Another fired a grappling tether that seemed to double as a mid-range taser. And the last one that you got try straight up shot buzz saws at your targets! They embedded themselves deep into the concrete, and you struggled to pull them back out without damaging them.

But right when you were about to try out another weapon, a high pitched whirring sound drew your attention to the spaceship, now hovering slightly above the ground. Every engineer in the room had cautiously optimistic grins on their faces, celebrating prematurely as their efforts bore fruit.

Prowler nodded approvingly. “Alright…we managed to get this bird up into the air, but we need to test out the propulsion systems, fuel injector, and weapon systems…”

Prowler trailed off as he realized that everyone in the room was looking at him. He cleared his throat.

“Good work, everyone.”

They passed around another round of congratulations to one another, and then went right back to work, knowing that they were still racing against the clock. It was almost time for Flint to spring his ambush, after all. The Deep One and Ana would be working to cripple their forces from the shadows, but you, Prowler and Cat would be the ones to infiltrate the Mojave base and extract the synthezoid.

But that brought up another question. If Prowler could get this ship up and running, who was going to be the one to pilot it?

>You, of course. Piloting a spaceship was every healthy young man’s sci-fi-themed wet dream!
>Prowler. He was your safest bet, since he helped repair the damn thing.
>See if you can’t rent out the best pilot that Gloria can scrounge up.
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5672083
>>You, of course. Piloting a spaceship was every healthy young man’s sci-fi-themed wet dream!

>>5672083
No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

Keep it secret keep it safe.
We might need it to spring a surprise attack later. Also see if Prowler is comfortable trying to pilot it.

>>5672083
>>Prowler. He was your safest bet, since he helped repair the damn thing.

>>5672083
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

>>5672083
>>5672094
changing to
>Prowler. He was your safest bet, since he helped repair the damn thing.

>>5672139
>>5672503
So we've got two for:
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

>>5672361
>>5672589
And two for:
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

Do you guys want to wait until more votes roll in, or switch your votes around?

>>5672832
How are those different? Or am I blind

>>5672932
I think he meant Prowler for the second one

>>5672932
>>5672933
Ah! Yeah, I fucked that up. My bad. I meant to post the Prowler vote.

>>5672083
>>5672832
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

>>5672139
>>5672503
>>5672942
>No one. This thing is staying right here unless you absolutely need it. Rollo and his boys would undoubtedly recognize the ship that you stole from them.

Taking these. I'll write out the update as soon as I can catch up on some sleep. I should return in the early afternoon.

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You couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to soar above the desert in this baby, pushing its engines to the absolute limit and carving a path through the cloudline. But…even you knew that it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to fly this thing into battle. After all, you just stole this thing from Rollo. And it wouldn’t be hard for him to recognize this vessel as the one that you took out of the vault.

It might prompt him to rethink his current dispute with Silas, and instead refocus his efforts on retaking the ship. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how risky that plan might’ve been. It was just…so damn frustrating to think about how you couldn’t risk using any of the stuff you stole from Area 52!

Actually…maybe there were a few things you could use.

You glanced at the arsenal of alien weaponry. There were a couple of weapons and gadgets that you could use without killing your target. Like the stun pistol and mid-range taser. It wasn’t a cosmic super-weapon or an alien fighter-jet, but it would have to do.

When you communicated your thoughts to Prowler, he nodded in agreement. It was a tough call to make, but a good call nonetheless. At least this way, the pit crew could continue working on the ship while you were away. If you needed it in case of an emergency, it would be here waiting for you.

However, that got you thinking about how you would even get this thing back home. It was way too big to fit in your garage, and there was no way that you were flying this thing all the way back to New York without being noticed. You’d have to talk to Gloria about it. It was almost time for you to link up with Cat anyway.

Just as you were about to report back to the synthezoid on your progress, you were surprised to see that she was calling you at that very moment.

“What’s up, boss?”

“Huntsman. How’re things going?”

“We got the ship up and running, but we decided not to bring it out for the ambush. Could create a complication when Rollo lays eyes on it.”

Gloria let out an approving grunt. “Good call. We don’t want anything jeopardizing the mission at this point in time. Black Cat is already in position, and The Deep One is still busy distracting Roberto. It’s almost time for the Sandman to spring his trap as well.”

“You want us to head over there?” you asked.

“No need.” Gloria replied. “I’ve got a contact of mine headed for you right now. She should be able to get you into the Mojave base.”

You frowned. “A bit late to be introducing new players into the game.”

“It took a while for me to get a hold of her. She’s something of a hot commodity. She should be there shortly. Look for a young woman with short dark hair, a prominent nose and a hideous looking bag. Contact me if you need anything else.”

(Cont.)

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And just like that, she hung up. You scowled at the phone for a moment, and then relayed the information to Prowler and the others. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, as a woman who fit Gloria’s description to a tee arrived to greet you in the parking garage. That really was an ugly ass bag.

She wore a low-cut black blouse, a dark blue skirt, purple leggings, and a pair of black, low-cut boots.

She casually waved a hand at you, as if you were meeting out for lunch. “Attaché, at your service. Gloria told you about me?”

“Not much.” Prowler grunted. “You’re our ride?”

Attaché smiled slightly, tapping a strange rhythm against the leather surface of her bag. “Something like that. I can get you where you need to go, but it’ll take some time for me to get you back out. Try not to die or get caught in that time.”

And then, she dropped the gaudy bag onto the dusty floor, kicked it open and took a step back. You bent over it to peek inside, and…you couldn’t see shit.

It was dark in there. If there was a bottom, you couldn’t find it. You glanced back up at her uncertainly, and her smile grew even wider.

“Go on. Get in.”

“In…the bag?”

She nodded, her violet eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s right. I need both of you to hop right in. Don’t just dip your foot in, because that could be disastrous for you.”

You shared a skeptical look with Prowler, but Attaché didn’t appear bothered by the lack of trust. Gloria did tell you that she would be coming to assist you. You didn’t think that she’d try and screw you over before you even got your hands on the synthezoid body.

After some deliberation, you took a deep breath and prepared to leap straight into the bag. Yup. You were gonna do it. Any second now. And a one, and a two, and a three…

Attaché rolled her eyes and tapped her wrist when she saw you doing stretches in order to prepare for your jump. A faint, purple light shone out of the bag’s open mouth, and you suddenly found yourself being pulled towards it!

It was a physical effort to unglue your feet from the floor and allow yourself to be sucked into the open bag. You could hear Prowler making a sound of alarm as you fell deeper and deeper into what you were quickly realizing was more than an ugly bag. That same shimmering glow that was emanating from the mouth of the bag was now surrounding you from all sides, like you were falling through a vertical tunnel of light.

(Cont.)

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Strangely, the tunnel wasn’t straight at all. There were bends and curves, twists and turns in the current. And all the while, you passed by various objects that seemed to be suspended in the extradimensional space. Expensive cars, glittering gems, priceless art and thrift store clothing. All of it just out of reach. You thought about snagging a few things as you passed them by, but then thought better of it when you remembered that you were at the mercy of the bag’s owner. She hadn’t triggered your spider sense at all, but you had a feeling that she could easily choose to…keep you here if she so pleased.

With that in mind, you cleared your mind and tried to focus on your destination. After about a half minute of traveling through this nonsensical, starry space, a light appeared at the end of the tunnel. As you approached the widening entrance to the unknown, you braced yourself for anything.

A hand reached out to meet you. You blinked, looked up and saw that the hand belonged to Araña.

“Need some help?”

Why was she so tall? You looked down, only to gasp in horror when you saw that you were waist deep in ugly-ass duffel bag!

Quickly, you grabbed her hand and allowed her to pull you out the rest of the way. Prowler followed behind you not too long after. You wondered whether he had jumped in willingly, or if Attaché had pulled the same trick on him as she did with you.

Once you caught your breath, you were surprised to see that you were currently standing in a completely foreign environment. The room was yellow and black, and the walls were lined with hexagonal panels. Various large crates were lined up along the wall as well. That’s when you noticed that Black Cat and Benga were also in the room with you.

“What is this place?”

“We’re inside of the Mojave A.I.M. base.” Araña explained. “Attaché got me and Benga in here. I think the cat lady found her own way in.”

Black Cat gave you an innocent shrug that was entirely unconvincing coming from her. Benga’s facial expression was as stoney as ever.

“But there’s still A.I.M. researchers in the facility, so we’ll have to do this carefully.” she continued. “So, me and Benga will create a distraction, while you three go and grab the body. We’ll all meet back up at this bag to extract. Sound good?”

>Sounds like a plan. Time to go steal a body!
>Volunteer to go with them instead. You still didn’t trust them completely. They might be up to something.
>Suggest that Attaché bring in some more backup through her portal bag.
>Inquire further about Attaché and her wondrous bag. You might need to request her services in the future.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

>>5673552
>Sounds like a plan. Time to go steal a body!

>>5673552
>>Sounds like a plan. Time to go steal a body!

>>5673552
>>Sounds like a plan. Time to go steal a body!

>>5673556
support

>>5673556
>>5673584
>>5674113
>>5674248
>Sounds like a plan. Time to go steal a body!
Sorry for the delay! Desperately needed some rest before I started writing...

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It was finally time to put the final phase of this operation into motion. All you had to do was find the body, grab it and get out without being spotted. If you were…well, you would cross that bridge when you got to it.

“Good luck.” you said, before nodding to your fellow Desperados and peeking out the door. The coast was clear.

“Same to you.” Araña whispered back.

—----------

Sneaking through the secret A.I.M. base had been more than a little daunting when you were presented with the idea. If you were seen by anyone, it would change the entire nature of your plan. Sure, the cloaking device could mitigate the risk a bit, but if you were seen crawling on walls, shooting webs, or doing anything remotely spider-like that might incriminate you later, it’d come back to bite you and the Desperados in the ass sometime later.

Fortunately for you, however, the criminal scientists appeared to be very lacking in the attentive security department, relying on drones and security cameras to do the bulk of their job for them. Prowler was able to hack into their security network to get an idea of where each drone and camera was facing at all times, making it marginally easier for you to maneuver around the oblivious beekeepers. But there was only so much that you could do without entering the range of the insane amount of surveillance equipment that they kept on hand in this underground facility, so you kept hostile engagement to an absolute minimum. You couldn’t afford to leave a trail of bodies this early into the operation, and most of your prospective targets never left the range of the cameras placed in almost every room.

This led to an uncomfortable amount of close calls, where it all came down to your spider sense, Black Cat’s good fortune, and Prowler’s surveillance to narrowly avoid being detected. And in order to keep that streak going, you were forced to forgo shortcuts, cling to ceilings and any passing unmanned hover-carts that didn’t leave you directly in everyone’s line of sight. It was only when you needed to access a manned console that you seriously considered breaking stealth.

Luckily, however, Araña’s plan kicked in shortly afterwards. Whatever she and her partner were doing, it was drawing a healthy amount of attention from the limited staff that had been put in place by Roberto. Even when you gained access to the computer that Prowler needed to find the synthezoid body, it required your team to loop the camera feed in the room. That would only work for about another few minutes, so you had to speed up the timetable of this operation.

And if Prowler’s hijacked camera feed had been right, the people who were in charge of working on the synthezoid weren’t willing to leave the room for any reason whatsoever, even during an emergency. Maybe it had some hidden security protocols that you weren’t picking up on.

(Cont.)

How will you choose to handle this?

>Steal some A.I.M. uniforms and pretend like you’re moving the body into a more secure section of the base.
>Burst into the room, guns blazing!(Non-lethal)
>Send a request to Flint to punch a gaping hole into this particular part of the facility. You’ll do your best to create a big enough opening for him to penetrate their defenses.
>Disable the lights, grab the suit and make a run for it!
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5674445
>>Burst into the room, guns blazing!(Non-lethal)

>>5674445
>>Steal some A.I.M. uniforms and pretend like you’re moving the body into a more secure section of the base.

>>5674445
>Write-in.

>Steal some A.I.M. uniforms
>Disable the lights, grab the suit and make a run for it!

Cut power and 'replace' some member of the synthezoid group in the dark. Try to get closer to the body and if they get suspicious accuse a random mook of being an imposter to sow confusion and paranoia. Maybe even cause some infighting to reduce the numbers further.
"Who are you? Thompson? Thompson is left handed! Who are you actually?!?"

>>5674445
>Steal some A.I.M. uniforms and pretend like you’re moving the body into a more secure section of the base.
>Disable the lights, grab the suit and make a run for it!

>>5674502
+1

>>5674452
>>5674502
>>5674603
>>5675894
>Steal some A.I.M. uniforms
>Disable the lights, grab the suit and make a run for it!

Taking these. Writing...

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“I’ve got an idea. But, we’re gonna need better disguises if we want to pull it off.” you declared.

—------

Getting your hands on a set of A.I.M. uniforms was…surprisingly easy. All you had to do was break into some private lockers and slip it over your current uniform. It was “one size fits all”, so you didn’t have to worry about it being too big or too small. Once that was settled, you had Prowler use one of his drones to get set up for the next part of your plan.

—------

On one of the lower levels, there were four A.I.M. scientists running tests on a deactivated synthezoid. Particularly, it was the body of Jim Hammond, the first Human Torch. Some of them were visibly bothered by the concerning alerts that they’d overheard from their superiors, but they received explicit orders to remain where they were and protect the specimen. And they were doing a good job of keeping calm under pressure, considering the circumstances. That was, until the lights went out.

Some of them panicked, and began fumbling around for a flashlight. But they needn’t have waited long, because as expected, the backup generators kicked in and their surroundings became bathed in crimson light.

The scientists looked around then, taking a quick count of their number, and nodding once they were able to confirm that the amount of available scientists in the room had remained the same. There didn’t appear to be any visible threat to them that they could detect. The power outage must’ve been caused by whatever was going on in the upper levels.

And you were convinced to let them believe that, so long as they didn’t notice the scientists that you’d just bound and gagged a few seconds ago. Black Cat was still skulking around in the shadows, unable to hide her natural curves, even with the baggy clothing of the A.I.M. scientists. And it’d be hard to explain how one of the scientists suddenly filled out their uniform. She’d have to meet up with you later.

“This is crazy. We should’ve moved the synthezoid to a safer location ages ago!” Prowler protested, his helmet’s voice synthesizer masking his identity.

“Orders are orders. They’ll have our heads if we disobey the Scientist Supreme AND let something happen to the specimen.” argued one of the remaining A.I.M. scientists.

“And what do you think will happen if we just sit here and let someone come and steal the specimen from us? Show some initiative for God’s sake!” you said.

One of the other scientists scoffed derisively at you. “You seriously still believe in God? How’d a guy like you even make it to this level?”

“And you don’t? We literally had one flying over our heads for years before he returned to Asgard.” you countered.

“Not Gods. They’re just aliens from another dimension. I’m surprised you don’t know that.”

“We can talk theology later. Right now, we’ve got a decision to make.” Prowler interrupted.

(Cont.)

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“Are you sure you’re not just scared?” another scientist brought up. “You can leave if you’d like, but I’m staying right here.”

“You do that. I’m going to do my job and protect the specimen.” you said, preparing to move it.

The other scientist pulled out a pistol of some sort and pointed it at you. The others cursed in alarm and immediately reached for their own weapons.

“Nobody move! Let go of the specimen!” he demanded.

You slowly backed away and raised your hands to show that you held nothing in them.

“For heaven’s sake, Thompson! Put the gun down!” another scientist pleaded.

One of the scientists scoffed derisively at him. Likely the same one as before. “You still believe in heaven?”

“Not now, Gordon!”

The armed scientist swung his weapon from side to side, aiming at each of you in turn. “Shut up! All of you! We’re staying right here until the lab’s security stabilizes. When the power comes back on, I’ll call a security officer here so we can discuss things further.”

While everyone else discussed things quietly amongst one another, you made a thoughtful noise and squinted at the armed scientist.

“Say Thompson, aren’t you left-handed? Why’d you grab the gun with your right?”

Thompson’s gun swung over in your direction. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought he was ambidextrous.” the scientist next to you said.

“That’s just what he tells people to impress them.” Prowler added, playing along with your little game. “He never uses his right when he thinks people aren’t looking.”

“And how would you know that?” the atheist scientist asked.

“It would be obvious if you paid the slightest bit of attention to anyone other than yourself.” you shot back.

“But I distinctly remember-”

"Quiet!"

A shot rang out, and you backed up instinctively from the smoking hole at your feet. The guy holding the gun was quickly losing his patience, and he was still pointing the barrel directly at your chest

“You. I don’t recognize your voice. Identify yourself.”

What will you say/do?

>”You first. I’ll unmask if you do.”
>”Sure thing.” (Remove your mask, throw it at him and grab his gun.)
>”You’re looking a little nervous there, Thompson. Afraid that we’ll secure the specimen before your little friends get a chance to come down here and take it from us? Or are you just looking for an excuse to shoot us all and take it for yourself?”
>”Is now really the time to turn on each other? That’s exactly what the enemy wants.”
>Whip out your stun gun and take him out before he has a chance to pull the trigger.
>Signal Black Cat to take this guy out from behind. You can either pretend that she’s another scientist who stumbled into the room, or have her act as a security officer.
>Write-in.

>>5676000
>”You first. I’ll unmask if you do.”
>Signal Black Cat to take this guy out from behind. You can either pretend that she’s another scientist who stumbled into the room, or have her act as a security officer.

>>5676000
>Whip out your stun gun and take him out before he has a chance to pull the trigger.
this was a dumb idea

>>5676000
>”You first. I’ll unmask if you do.”
>Whip out your stun gun and take him out before he has a chance to pull the trigger.

>>5676000
>”You’re looking a little nervous there, Thompson. Afraid that we’ll secure the specimen before your little friends get a chance to come down here and take it from us? Or are you just looking for an excuse to shoot us all and take it for yourself?”
>Signal Black Cat to take this guy out from behind. You can either pretend that she’s another scientist who stumbled into the room, or have her act as a security officer.

If Black Cat pretends to be a security officer she can confirm our accusations on Thompson and thereby justify moving the specimen. If they don't fall for it, guns blazing while they are distracted is always an option.

>>5676000
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38mE6ba3qj8

>>5676000
>Signal Black Cat to take this guy out from behind. You can either pretend that she’s another scientist who stumbled into the room, or have her act as a security officer.
>"I'm not dying for this job. The name's Hansen, Dr. Chris Hansen. Why don't you take a seat over there and calm down. This discussion doesn't need the discharge of a firearm."

>>5676004
>>5676042
>>5676045
>>5676082
>>5676154
>>5676436
>Signal Black Cat to take this guy out from behind. You can either pretend that she’s another scientist who stumbled into the room, or have her act as a security officer.
>”You first. I’ll unmask if you do.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5676154
I'd like to imagine that the Punisher has done this at least once. Except he'd probably just reload and kill him anyway.

>>5676623
I imagine a standoff between Frank and some badass enough bad guy, both out of ammo and looking at each other.
Frank talks him into who can reload faster, and when the dude goes to reload, Frank knifes him in the distraction

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You kept your hands raised, but flicked your pointer finger back and forth to signal Black Cat. The guy with the gun noticed the odd gesture, but he was thrown off by the next thing that came out of your mouth.

“You first. I’ll unmask if you do.”

The armed scientist fixed his grip on his laser pistol and took a step forward. “Don’t try to deflect. You’re not worming your way out of this. Mask. Off.”

The demand was clear, and he didn’t look like he had any intention of following your suggestion. But that was okay. Because that wasn’t really your intention. All you needed was for him to keep his attention on you while Black Cat got into position.

You’d been worried that one of the others might try to warn him of the strange A.I.M. scientist creeping up behind him, but surprisingly, no one did. You guessed that they didn’t appreciate being held at gunpoint either.

Before the agitated scientist’s trigger finger could get itchy, he was suddenly hit in the back of the head by a powerful blow from the butt of a plasma rifle. You suspected that it also had a stun setting, but shooting him with it when he was pointing a gun at you could’ve caused him to involuntarily pull the trigger. A good call.

The scientist fell to the ground, and everyone looked up at Felicia with a mixture of hope and anxiety.

“Well? What are you all standing around for? Grab the specimen and follow me. We’ve been instructed to deliver it to a lower level of the facility.”

For a second they glanced at each other in hesitation, but they got moving quick enough that Cat didn’t need to repeat herself. Still, she held up a hand to stop them before they could go anywhere.

“No. I only need two of you. The rest of you will secure the prisoner and remain here.” she said, before pointing at you and Prowler. “You and you, come with me.”

You and your fellow Desperados wasted no time in grabbing the synthezoid making off towards the elevator. No one dared to stop you on your way out, and if they noticed you going up instead of down on the elevator, they didn’t do anything to prevent it.

There was a general concern about someone surveying the camera feed and noticing that there were three A.I.M. scientists bringing a valuable specimen closer to the intruders, but it would appear that luck was on your side. The elevator reached its destination, and you were able to find a white cloth that covered up the synthezoid body well enough that no one would try to stop you right away.

Somehow, in all the chaos, the three of you managed to reach the extraction point, while only having to take out a handful of people. There, you removed your stolen uniforms and proceeded to stuff the damaged body into the magical bag of holding.

“We’ve got the target, and we’re waiting by the extraction point. We don’t have long before someone comes to check this room.” you reported over the radio.

(Cont.)

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Araña’s radio crackled to life, and the sound of gunfire and shouting could be heard on the other end. “That’s awesome. But don’t bother waiting up. We’ve got another way out of here. Feel free to go on ahead without us.”

You all cast concerned looks at each other, but you figured that if Araña told you something like that, it was probably true. She didn’t strike you as the “heroic sacrifice” kind of girl.

“Alright, but you’d better be right behind us, or I’m going back in after you.”

“I appreciate the gesture—I really do-”

Araña muttered a curse in Spanish, before fumbling with her radio a bit.

“Don’t worry about us. We’re more than capable of dealing with these clowns.”

You were about to reply, but Black Cat cut you off with a hurried gesture.

“Time’s up. The cat’s out of the bag if we don’t get in that bag within the next few seconds.”

“Fine. We’re pulling out. Good luck.” you said over the radio.

“Get going, already. It’s been a pleasure working with you, Desperados. See you on the other side.”

And with that, you all climbed into Attaché’s bag, chasing after the synthezoid you’d just dumped in there. But there was something about Araña’s last words that stuck in your mind.

It sounded like a goodbye.

—------

When you popped out at the other end of the tunnel you now found yourself in Gloria’s office, where she, Koa and Attaché were waiting. The synthezoid came out first, so it made sense that Gloria was paying more attention to it than she was to you.

“You did it! You really did it.”

Gloria’s eyes were practically shining as she ran a hand down Hammond’s scarred chest.

“You’ve done good work here, Desperados. Keep this up, and you and Miss Kravinoff will have my full support going forward.”

That brought a smile to everyone’s faces. Everyone except Koa, that is.

“What happened? Where are the girls?”

Gloria frowned, and then glanced at the bag to see if anyone else was coming through. Nothing happened.

You shook your head. “She said that she had another way out. I’m surprised that you sent Benga with her, though. I thought you’d want her to stay close to you.”

Gloria’s frown deepened. Now it was her turn to shake her head. “I didn’t send her. I gave her explicit orders to remain in the hotel.”

She looked between Koa and Attaché. Between the two of them, the bag lady looked the most panicked.

“She…she told me that you ordered her to-”

“To do what?”

Gloria was speaking through clenched teeth now. She rose to her feet, and Attaché backed up. The Family member’s hair was flowing and undulating like it did when she was channeling her power. They looked like a tangle of black, snaking tendrils.

“They…they told me that you needed a scapegoat.”

—-------

(Cont.)

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Several minutes later, Gloria was furiously ordering her hotel staff around in an attempt to locate or get in contact with her two missing employees. The bag hadn’t reopened, and they weren’t spotted leaving the Mojave base.

You were just about to go out looking for her when Gloria’s phone rang. She answered it and put it on speaker immediately.

“Araña?”

“Right here boss. Benga’s here too. We’re fine.”

You all breathed a sigh of relief.

“Where are you?” she demanded.

“We got out of the base. Sandman and the huntress lady helped us get away.”

“Go back to one of the safehouses and wait there for a few hours until this blows over a bit.”

“No can do, boss. We were spotted and positively ID’d on the way out. We made sure of it.”

Gloria frowned. “Why would you-?”

“Your plan was never going to work out the way you wanted it to, boss. You needed a patsy. Someone to pin the blame on so no one traced this back to you. That’s why I made sure me and Benga were seen stealing from every major player in the city. Including you.”

Araña sounded exhausted, but somehow, you could still imagine the same cocky grin on her face.

“And…it’s why Benga shot Cassandra Mercury. It’s all part of the plan. Our plan.”

You could’ve imagined it, but you thought you heard a muttered apology from Benga in the background.

“Don’t worry. We made sure to make it look like we betrayed you, instead of the other way around. Now, everyone else won’t be so quick to pin the blame on you.”

Gloria ran a hand through her hair, and Koa muttered a curse behind her.

“Girls, you’ve just made yourselves a target for the entire Family. What the hell were you thinking!?”

“We’re thinking that we owe it to you to see that you succeed. You’ve done right by us–treated us better than anyone else has in our entire lives. We’ll never forget that. You’re our ride or die, chica.”

“We’ll try not to die.” Benga added, a tinge of sadness and regret creeping into her usual flat voice.

What will you say?

>”How do you plan on getting out of here? The whole city will be looking for you.”
>"Why did you feel the need to shoot Cassandra?"
>”You should’ve told us! We might’ve been able to find a better solution.”
>”Just get your asses back here. We’ll hide you until it’s safe for you to come back out.”
>”Tell me where you are. I’ll do my best to slow them down and cover your escape.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5676638
That checks out

>>5676709
>>"Why did you feel the need to shoot Cassandra?"
>>”You should’ve told us! We might’ve been able to find a better solution.”

>>5676709
>”How do you plan on getting out of here? The whole city will be looking for you.”
>”Tell me where you are. I’ll do my best to slow them down and cover your escape.”

>>5676709
>"Why did you feel the need to shoot Cassandra?"
>”How do you plan on getting out of here? The whole city will be looking for you.”
>"Any way we can help?"

>>5676709
>other
>escape the family to the one place they would not go. SPACE
I dont know how this will work but i would like to ride a rocket by grabbing onto it from the outside

>>5676713
>>5676714
>>5676720
>>5676722
>"Why did you feel the need to shoot Cassandra?"
>”How do you plan on getting out of here? The whole city will be looking for you.”

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“Why did you feel the need to shoot Cassandra Mercury?”

“Is that you, Huntsman? Glad to hear you guys made it out safe.” Araña said, sounding genuinely happy to hear your voice.

“If you must know, we did what we had to do to keep Cassandra safe. I know that sounds redundant, but putting her in the hospital actually keeps her out of harm’s way. The next few days are gonna be a bit hectic, and she’s safer with a full 24/7 guard detail.”

Benga made a faint grunt of agreement. “Tell her we’re sorry. She was always nice to us, too.” she said.

“Yeah, that left a sour taste in my mouth too. She should make a full recovery, though.” Araña added.

It did make a certain type of sense, but the amount of things that could’ve gone wrong if their aim was even slightly off…

This only made you more curious about this grand scheme that they were cooking up. They were now leading every major player in Las Vegas around by the nose, and it had a very good chance of getting them killed.

“How do you plan on getting out of here? The whole city will be looking for you.”

Araña took a sharp intake of air through her teeth. “See, that’s the part that we’re still figuring out. Attaché is probably too scared to drop off one of her bags outside of the city, and they’ll probably have all the roads and airports blocked off in a bit. It won’t be long before they send assassins after us, too.”

“So you have no escape plan. Wonderful…”

Gloria walked away from her desk, visibly fuming.

“What about the tunnels?”

Everyone suddenly turned to Koa.

“The underground city? We barely know what’s down there.”

“What’re you talking about?” Prowler asked.

Both Gloria and Koa opened their mouths to answer, but Felicia was one to speak first. “There’s a network of underground tunnels beneath the city where homeless people like to squat. Some think that there’s over a thousand of them down there.”

Everyone looked at her in surprise. She just shrugged.

“What? I watched a documentary about it.”

“Is that an option?” you asked.

Gloria made a thoughtful noise. “Maybe. Everyone’s movements will be limited, and there are bound to be casualties if the homeless get caught in the middle of the fighting. It’s definitely risky.”

“Not unless we make them think that they went somewhere else.” Koa offered.

(Cont.)

What would you recommend?

>You wouldn’t be too upset if Araña happened to “steal” your newly stolen spaceship.
>You’ll take it upon yourself to bring one of Attaché’s bags outside of the city.
>Have Flint absorb as much sand as he can from the desert, and sweep through the city to provide cover for the girls to escape.
>Suggest that they take the tunnels while the Morlocks evacuate the homeless and hold off their pursuers.
>Tell them to take the tunnels while you and the others use your remaining cloaking devices to disguise yourselves as the two girls and draw everyone’s attention.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5677248
>You’ll take it upon yourself to bring one of Attaché’s bags outside of the city.

>>5677248
>You wouldn’t be too upset if Araña happened to “steal” your newly stolen spaceship.

>>5677248
>>You wouldn’t be too upset if Araña happened to “steal” your newly stolen spaceship.
Only if they promise to give it back

>>5677248
Also have Sandy Sandsing do a makeshift sandstorm. Tell them to take the tunnels while you and the others use your remaining cloaking devices to disguise yourselves as the two girls and draw everyone’s attention.

>>5677258
>>5677283
>You wouldn’t be too upset if Araña happened to “steal” your newly stolen spaceship.

Taking these. Writing...

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As everyone deliberated on potential escape routes for the girls, you silently wrestled with your own greed and paranoia. Eventually, your generosity won out, and you let out a long, suffering sigh.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind too much if…the new spaceship we stole suddenly…went ‘missing’ from that parking garage.”

Everyone looked at you in surprise, their mouths hanging open for a bit. In fact, Araña was the first one to speak up after your sudden declaration.

“You sure? We went through a lot to lift that thing.”

Another sigh, but this one felt less begrudging.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m sure. I’d rather lose an alien spaceship than watch you two get caught.”

Cat gave you an encouraging smile and a pat on the back.

“Wow. That’s…probably the nicest thing anyone’s said to me on a heist.” Araña said, laughing in disbelief.

“But that doesn’t mean you can just total the thing the first chance you get! I don’t want a scratch on my baby when I get it back.”

“You can count on us, boss. We owe you big-time for this.”

“Big-big time.” Benga echoed.

“Yeah yeah. Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Gloria couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Right. Headed there now. We’ll leave it in a place where you can come pick it up later. See you guys later!”

The call ended right after that, and you were all left staring at the phone.

“What’d she mean by that?” Koa asked. “She knows that she’d be shot on sight if she ever shows her face here again.”

“It’s because she knows that we’re all going to the same place.”

You frowned in confusion, but Prowler picked up on it before anyone else.

“The undersea Atlas Foundation base. She’s leading everyone else there, too.”

Gloria nodded gravely.

“But, why?” you asked.

“They want me to take advantage of this.” Gloria answered. “It’s a good opportunity for me to make another power play.”

—------

Shortly afterwards, three of your number returned from their mission. Ana and Sandman were mostly unharmed, but Iara came back covered in so many cuts and bruises that she made the hotel staff jump in alarm when they saw her. She didn’t appear to be very bothered by it, though. And she was visibly healing from her wounds, if a bit slower than you would’ve liked.

According to her, she had been covered in blood from head to toe before she hosed herself off. You wondered if she always came back from difficult missions looking like this. In that case, it was no wonder that she couldn’t hold onto a costume or wetsuit for longer than a month. She’d need one made out of high-grade materials in order to keep up with her dangerous lifestyle.

(Cont.)

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While you were recounting the events of your mission to Ana and Flint, Koa pointed out a small, hovering craft in the distance. It was the one you’d stolen and stashed in Gloria’s garage. It hovered in place for a few more seconds, before shooting off into the distance.

You all watched it go, giving each other congratulatory pats on the back and the rare, occasional high-five. But all that mirth and good cheer evaporated when Gloria’s secretary peeked her head in the room.

“Um…Ms. Munoz? Mr. Delgi is here to see you.”

—--------

You didn’t like this. You didn’t like this one bit. A meeting so soon after the first phase of your operation. And even worse, he demanded to see Ana, too. That meant that he was already fully aware of her presence in the city, as well as her temporary residence in the Mirage Hotel.

You weren’t allowed anywhere near the room they were talking in, and that made things even more nerve-wracking. Eventually, after an hour and a half had passed, Anastasia was finally allowed out of the meeting room. She said nothing of the words that had been traded between her, Mr. Delgi and Gloria Munoz. Nothing that you couldn’t have guessed for yourself, anyway.

“The Family will be holding an emergency meeting later today.”

—---------

While Gloria and the rest of the Las Vegas elite held their summit, you and the others were pretty much left to do whatever you wanted. You suspected that it might be a while before you would be allowed to go after the girls.

What will you do in the meantime?

>Pull Ana aside and see if she can’t fill you in on what happened in that room.
>Have Black Cat help you make your new suit.(Chasm Suit)
>Assist Prowler in examining the Pocket Dimension Storage Vial.
>Seek out a specialist that might know something about the Nega Bands that you obtained.
>Look into that other mission that Gloria brought to your attention. The one with the stage performers being publicly assaulted.
>Celebrate your victory with a night out on the town with your team!
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5677972
>Pull Ana aside and see if she can’t fill you in on what happened in that room.
>Look into that other mission that Gloria brought to your attention. The one with the stage performers being publicly assaulted.

>>5677972
>Have Black Cat help you make your new suit.(Chasm Suit)

>>5677972
>Pull Ana aside and see if she can’t fill you in on what happened in that room.
>Assist Prowler in examining the Pocket Dimension Storage Vial.

>>5678023
Support

>>5677972
>>Pull Ana aside and see if she can’t fill you in on what happened in that room.
probably important

>>5677976
>>5678023
>>5678113
>>5678042
>>5678253
>Pull Ana aside and see if she can’t fill you in on what happened in that room.
>Have Black Cat help you make your new suit.(Chasm Suit)

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At first, you’d decided to give Ana her space, and instead decided to have Black Cat help you with designing your new costume. She seemed fascinated by the alien fabric—especially how its colors and dyes seemed to shift and shimmer. But the two of you had an unusually hard time trying to shove a sewing needle through the cloth. It was, without a doubt, incredibly sturdy for something so thin!

It was because of this that the two of you requested an industrial sewing machine from Gloria, which she had her staff retrieve for you without asking why. But even that wasn’t enough. You needed a heating press, an inking machine, and a 3D printer just to overlay some of the suit’s earlier designs and add your own customizations.

It took longer than you would’ve liked, but after a day and a half, Cat managed to present you with a product that you were very satisfied with!

>You’ve obtained the Chasm Suit!

The green sections of the fabric, which had been mysteriously immune to any sort of dye or heat you applied to it, appeared to leave a sort of ethereal after-image whenever it moved. The eyes were noticeably “angrier” than the narrowed slits of your current uniform, and for dramatic flair, Cat slapped on a giant honking spider on the front.

“It’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but I can’t say that I don't like it.”

You’d have to do something for Cat later. This really looked like it was altered by a professional. But before that, you wanted to check on Anastasia.

—-------

While everyone else was otherwise occupied or sufficiently distracted, you found Ana and pulled her aside for a moment. She’d been mysteriously tight-lipped about her encounter with Mr. Delgi the other day. And unusually pale.

“Ana. Is everything alright? You’ve been acting weird these past couple of days.”

She looked like she was about to deny it, but quickly gave up on that and instead let out a weary sigh.

“No. I have been…thinking. That man…he is unlike any man I’ve ever met. No one’s ever made me feel like that. The effect of his very presence incited something…primal within me.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes at you in return.

“Not like that. You weren’t there. The moment he entered the room, it was like someone had just sapped the warmth from the room. A cold chill ran up my spine, and I could feel my instincts screaming for me to run…”

She seemed to shiver just from remembering the encounter.

“And the way he looked at me. Like he was some…detached animal looking for his next meal, or at least some form of depraved entertainment. Like a predator staring down at someone he recognized as being below him in every way. It was as if his eyes could see right through me. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to lie to him if he asked me the same questions that he did with Gloria Munoz.”

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Damn. She was really shaken up about this.

“It’s probably because of the whole ‘synthezoid’ thing. Maybe this is why she didn’t want to antagonize him. I wonder what Araña was thinking by stealing from him?”

Anastasia shook her head, both as an honest response and as a method of clearing it.

“I don’t know. But he seemed very interested in me. My set of skills in particular.” she explained, leaning against a wall for support.

“He wants me to return to him with both his stolen treasures and…the heads of the girls who took them.”

“And…if you don’t do it?” you asked cautiously.

Ana shut her eyes and growled in frustration. “He didn’t say. He wanted to ‘leave it up to my imagination’.”

Now that was definitely going to complicate things. You had no intention of handing the girls over to this creep, and you suspected that Ana was in now way inclined to follow the orders of a man she had no allegiances to. On the other hand, this ‘Mr. Delgi’ sounded like a man you didn’t want to be your enemy.

What will you say/do?

>”Then we’ll take him down too. Somehow, some way, we’ll make sure that he doesn’t make it out of this building by the time the summit concludes.”
>”We’ll find some way to fake it, then. I happen to know a guy that’s in the business of cloning people without their consent.”
>”Let’s bring this up with others. I’ll leave out all the stuff about his ‘menacing aura’, and all that.”
“Can he really get away with that? Threatening a Kravinoff, I mean. I know he’s powerful and all, but I thought these guys would be more subtle than that.”
>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”
>”Whatever happens, just know that I’m with you. And that means that my extensive list of contacts and connections are at your disposal, too.”
>Write-in.

Also, will you wear your new suit?

>Y/N

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5678533
>>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”
>Y
if this guy is actually a demon i'm willling to pull out all the stops for this one

>>5678533
>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”
>”We’ll find some way to fake it, then. I happen to know a guy that’s in the business of cloning people without their consent.”
>Y

>>5678533
>”Let’s bring this up with others. I’ll leave out all the stuff about his ‘menacing aura’, and all that.”
>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”

>>5678533
>Y

We know Delgi is blackheart right?

>>5678705
Who's we? IC lol no, OOC eh, seems like it but Score does his own thing sometimes.

>>5678533
>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”
>”Let’s bring this up with others. I’ll leave out all the stuff about his ‘menacing aura’, and all that.”
>N

Sorry for the lack of updates yesterday. This weekend has been pretty packed for me, so I haven't had a whole lot of time for updates. I'll update as soon as I get a chance by tomorrow!

>>5678566
>>5678581
>>5678588
>>5678617
>>5679023
>”We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.”
>”Let’s bring this up with others. I’ll leave out all the stuff about his ‘menacing aura’, and all that.”
>Y

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“We should try and find out more about him. We need to know who it is that we’re dealing with exactly.” you declared. “Let’s bring this up with the others.”

She gave you a cautioning look.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave out the stuff about his ‘menacing aura’ and all that.”

Despite herself, she snorted a laugh and shook her head. “When you say it like that, it sounds so silly.”

“It’s a gift.” you said with a shrug.

“It feels more like a curse at times. But…now is not one of those times.”

She gave you a slight, genuine smile, and patted you on the back.

“By the way, that is a very nice suit. When did you have the time to put it together?”

“Well, I had to do something while you were moping around, didn’t I?”

That earned you a swift punch on the shoulder that left the affected muscles with a dull, throbbing pain. She wasn’t angry though. Not really.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” she said, nodding her head towards the end of the hall and prompting you to follow.

—-------

When Ana brought the issue up with the others, you couldn’t help but notice how she left out the details about the vulnerability and fear she felt from the Family member. You’d gathered everyone, from the Desperados to the available Morlocks, and they listened with rapt attention. Not a question or a quip came out of anyone’s mouth until Anastasia was finished explaining. For once, no one was smiling. Not even The Deep One, whose fishy features seemed to be frozen in a permanent malicious grin at most times.

“So? What do we think?” you asked.

Surprisingly, the Prowler was the first to speak up.

“Baiting multiple crime families into fighting each other was one thing, and even then, it was pretty damn hard to pull off. I’m not getting into a war of attrition with the one guy that everyone was so scared of that they intentionally left him out of the fight. If you want to take a shot at him, I suggest that you make sure that you can do it on your first try.”

Cat didn’t say anything, but it looked like she mostly agreed with the sentiment. Flint would undoubtedly back you up if you landed yourself in hot water with the Family, but you didn’t want to do anything that might attract extra attention to the Desperados or any of their acquaintances.

“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to go snooping around after we just kicked the hornet’s nest.” Glass offered. “They’re gonna be extra careful going forward. At least for a little while.”

“But it sounds like he’s going to expect something from us when we return from the mission.” Iara added. “Wouldn’t it be better if we just…delayed our departure for a while?”

(Cont.)

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That was a good point. Dragging your heels a bit might make you look a little worse to the other members of The Family, but it would certainly give you the time you needed to prepare if you were intending to fight one of them. Araña and Gloria were definitely planning something that they weren’t filling you in on, but you didn’t think that either of them had malicious intentions towards you at the moment.

Flint nodded his agreement. “That’s probably our best bet. But what the hell are we supposed to do to take him out without it leading back to us?”

Now, wasn’t that the million dollar question.

“I honestly don’t know how much we can get away with without drawing too much attention to our activities.” Cat said as she lounged on top of a long, plush couch. “I mean, we can always pretend like we’re just making preparations for the original mission, but I’d bet that they’re watching Gloria a lot more closely than they were before. She probably won’t be able to help us as easily as she had before.”

“So we’re pretty much on our own, is what you’re saying.”

Flint let out an exasperated sigh that was entirely unnecessary for him in a biological sense. It also wasn’t strictly necessary in any social capacity, but it did reflect his current state of mind.

“Moving around with the Family watching us will certainly make things more difficult for us, but not impossible. All we have to do is find Mr. Delgi’s weakness and exploit it.”

Ana sounded a lot more confident now. It reassured you as well, but Glass didn’t look at all comforted by her speech.

“Are we talking about blackmail or murder?”

Everyone turned to look at him. He had a very severe expression on his face.

“Don’t get me wrong, we’re definitely not going to kill a couple of kids just to get in the good graces of that scumbag, but I don’t know how much I like our options here. Maybe we should just ask Gloria more about him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she and the others looked into him before.”

“We can always break into his casino while he’s busy at this ‘summit’.” Cat suggested.

“Security’s gonna be a lot tighter after the first break-in. It won’t be easy.” Prowler protested.

“Yeah, but who’s gonna expect a second break-in so soon?” Flint asked with a sly grin.

“Probably anyone.” Prowler countered, clearly unimpressed with his fellow Desperado.

W was just looking back and forth between all of them, content to sit back and listen, seeing as how she had nothing to contribute to the conversation. She looked like she was able to grasp the severity of the situation, but knew that speaking up now wouldn’t help things.

(Cont.)

What will you suggest?

>Snooping around in the Devil’s Den would probably be the quickest way to learn more about him.
>Maybe asking Gloria wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She didn’t seem too fond of him, and if there were any leads to be had on a weakness of his, she’d have probably found it by now.
>Delay your departure until Mr. Delgi gets impatient enough to show his hand. If he’s got weight to throw around, you’d like to know what to expect.
>Leave Vegas for a little while, and do it without being noticed. You can always head for the undersea base from New York. Hopefully Gloria trusts you enough to let this slide.
>See if you can’t get Madame Web to astrally project herself here so that she can take a peek into Delgi’s mind. The fairy flowers the Morlocks have been growing should give her the extra boost she needs to make it work.
>Ask Ana if she’d like to call Elsa Bloodstone. She did say that she felt like Delgi wasn’t human. Maybe this is really a job for a monster hunter.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5680905
>>Maybe asking Gloria wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She didn’t seem too fond of him, and if there were any leads to be had on a weakness of his, she’d have probably found it by now.
I'm gonna put this out there, we should call Terminal on this fucker

>>5680905
Ask Ana if she’d like to call Elsa Bloodstone. She did say that she felt like Delgi wasn’t human. Maybe this is really a job for a monster hunter.

Hey QM I dropped your quest before due to real life shit, but I'm getting caught back up. I'm posting because I got linked something you might find... interesting.
https://readcomiconline.li/Comic/Superior-Spider-Man/The-Complete-Collection-1-Part-1?id=179308

>>5680905
>Maybe asking Gloria wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She didn’t seem too fond of him, and if there were any leads to be had on a weakness of his, she’d have probably found it by now.
>Ask Ana if she’d like to call Elsa Bloodstone. She did say that she felt like Delgi wasn’t human. Maybe this is really a job for a monster hunter.

>>5681459
I'm sorry that you hit a rough patch in your life, anon. I hope things have gotten better for you since then. I happily await your return.

And thanks for the link! I used to use that site a lot a few years back, but I haven't been reading nearly as many comics as I used to. I'll have to check this out later.

Also, I'll be letting this vote sit for a while longer this time.

>>5681478
+1

>>5680911
>>5681319
>>5681478
>>5682007
>Maybe asking Gloria wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She didn’t seem too fond of him, and if there were any leads to be had on a weakness of his, she’d have probably found it by now.
>Ask Ana if she’d like to call Elsa Bloodstone. She did say that she felt like Delgi wasn’t human. Maybe this is really a job for a monster hunter.

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“Glass makes a good point. We should start with asking Gloria what she knows about him. I’m sure she’d be more than willing to sabotage her competitor.”

The young Morlock nodded his thanks. “I’ll try and find a moment alone with her. They can’t stay cooped up in that meeting room forever.”

Let’s just hope that Gloria doesn’t get the wrong idea from Glass’ eagerness to be alone with her.

“Be careful not to get spotted by Silas or his goons. They’re all over the hotel now.” you warned.

“They’re still suspicious of her. It was her employees that stole from them, after all.”

Iara was leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head, her features refreshingly human for once. She’d been laying low ever since she antagonized Roberto. He’d been combing the city for the mysterious shark girl for the last couple of days now, and the suspect in question was content with letting him run himself ragged trying to find her alter-ego.

“We may have to wait for the summit to finish before we make any moves.” you suggested, turning to Anastasia. “Until then, I was wondering if you’d be able to get in touch with your old friend Elsa.”

She frowned at you. “Do you think that this job requires her skills? If my instincts were wrong…”


“Then we thank her for her time and the two of you can catch up before she heads back home. I don’t think she’d be too busy to see her favorite Kravinoff.”

Ana took out her phone and stared at the screen for several seconds before navigating to Elsa Bloodstone’s contact.

“Is it wrong that I’m hoping this man secretly is a horrible, supernatural beast of some sort?” she muttered.

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t. It’d be pretty out of character for you.”

She grinned at you, and the others took that as their cue to leave.

“Well, darn. Whatever will I do to pass the time? All there is to do around here is drink and gamble.”

Everyone looked at Cat as she shrugged helplessly and prepared to make her way down to the casino on the first floor.

“Oh, well. When life gives you lemons…”

“You can order pizza here, too.” W helpfully offered. “It’s really good!”

Iara rolled her eyes at her.

“We’re staying at a 5-star hotel with complimentary room service on account of us working for the owner, and all you want to order is pizza. Get some diversity in your diet, girl.”

Prowler got up without a word and exited the room while the two girls bickered. He would probably be joining Felicia later, but he didn’t want to say as much in front of Anastasia or the other Morlocks. Flint was probably one of the only ones that stayed in the room with you.

“Who’s she calling?” he asked.

“Her monster-slaying British nanny.”

“She anything like the cute French one?”

(Cont.)